With most masters and disciples, it was the master who spoiled the disciple. This pair had clearly turned the natural order on its head.
"Yes. Before I turned twenty, I had no idea what the Cultivation Realm was."
Jun Zhaoying asked as if the thought had just occurred to her, "Which do you think is better: to be an ordinary person who doesn't know how vast the heavens are, or a cultivator who knows their vastness but cannot overcome them?"
The question seemed to offer a choice, but it really didn't. If someone didn't know how vast the heavens were, why would they ever think about such things? And once they knew, how could a human heart, with its bottomless desires, remain at peace?
Perhaps saints truly existed in this world, but Wen Xu had never met one. To him, what he had never seen did not exist.
"Does Martial Aunt want the truth?"
"Naturally."
"Martial Aunt, don't test people's hearts so casually."
What a sharp-tongued boy. Jun Zhaoying couldn't help raising an eyebrow. Unfortunately, she was only eight years old now. The expression would have suited her adult form, but on her current face, it looked rather comical. "You look as though you've been cultivating for a hundred years."
He saw through the ways of the world so clearly. No wonder even the heavens couldn't bear to leave him be and had brought him to the Cultivation Realm to show what he could do.
"Thank you for the compliment, Martial Aunt."
But no one was born knowing such truths. This child must have suffered plenty in the Mortal Realm to develop such a keen understanding of people's hearts. She had heard that he had stumbled into the Cultivation Realm while being hunted to the brink of death. Given Cheng