Daoist Mingshan nodded at Zhang Yu's question and admitted, "There is indeed one more matter. When I came out this time, the Profound Chief also asked me to bring a few words to the Profound Rectifier."
Zhang Yu had vaguely guessed as much and nodded. "Please speak, fellow Daoist."
Daoist Mingshan said, "This time, the Profound Rectifier defeated Bai Xiu in battle. Although a formal battle writ was established, and no one can fault the Profound Rectifier for it, some matters cannot be settled by reason alone. The Profound Chief asked me to tell the Profound Rectifier that, should you have dealings with the Profound Court or certain people from the outer continents in the future, and should certain choices be involved, you must proceed cautiously."
After thinking it over carefully, Zhang Yu immediately understood the meaning behind those words.
He had defeated Bai Xiu openly and honorably, with the battle writ as proof, and no one could criticize him. Yet Bai Xiu's teacher and fellow disciples might not truly let it go. Reason was reason, but personal sentiment was personal sentiment.
Once personal sentiment was involved—especially when one side held clearly greater power than the other—it was far from certain that they would reason with you.
He knew this was a kind reminder from Profound Chief Zhu and said, "Please convey my thanks to the Profound Chief."
Daoist Mingshan nodded. He then rose, made a Daoist salute, and said, "Now that I have delivered the message, this poor Daoist should take his leave."
Zhang Yu stood as well. "I will see you out, fellow Daoist."
He escorted Daoist Mingshan to the door. The latter persuaded him to stop there, then waved his whisk and rode away on the wind.
After Zhang Yu returned, a thought turned in his mind.