"Qianyuan, do you know why the sect was so eager to summon you back?"
After Fang Qianyuan stepped forward and paid his respects as a disciple, Yu Shixian spoke slowly, posing a question.
"It was all out of the sect's heartfelt desire to protect me. I am deeply grateful." Fang Qianyuan knew what was expected of him and answered accordingly.
"I'm glad you understand." Yu Shixian smiled in satisfaction.
Fang Qianyuan asked, "Have I caused trouble for the sect?"
Yu Shixian said, "We have already heard about what happened at Flowing Cloud Grotto. Ultimately, your actions brought honor to the sect. We are also happy to see gifted disciples emerging one after another, our ranks filled with elites. There is no need to speak of trouble."
But he immediately added, "Still, the tree that rises above the forest is the first to be battered by the wind. The more we wish to see talented disciples flourish, the more others wish to destroy you. If the sect did not still command some respect in the Southern Wilds, I'm afraid your prospects would already be grim."
Fang Qianyuan murmured his agreement, though inwardly he was not entirely convinced.
In truth, he understood that the sect master had a point.
This world ultimately believed in keeping wealth out of sight, or in the saying that the tree rising above the forest would be battered by the wind. Both reflected a reserved, guarded way of thinking.
There was nothing wrong with that, of course. Yet heaven and earth were vast and boundless. Even Earth Rank Experts and Heavenly Tier experts could scarcely explore one ten-thousandth of their mysteries. How could they willingly focus on such worldly schemes, which had nothing to do with the Great Dao?
Such things were generally done in passing. Few