As she gazed at the Clear Mystery Sect's distant Mountain Gate, a trace of bitter hatred showed in Ouyang Changning's eyes...
Watching beside her, Ye Han knew that Ouyang Changning was still consumed by hatred over her sect's destruction and her father's murder...
If this continued, it would seriously affect her state of mind. After suffering a devastating upheaval, many cultivators were blinded by hatred, took desperate risks, and strayed onto sinister paths in pursuit of a sudden surge in strength.
Thus, Ye Han said calmly, "Miss Ouyang, you must take care to keep your mind at peace. For us cultivators, allowing anger and hatred to cloud our minds is one of the greatest taboos."
Hearing this, Ouyang Changning took a deep breath and said, "I understand, Fellow Daoist Ye!"
Everyone understood the reasoning, but when such things truly befell them, how many could endure it?
The path to immortality was heartless, but people were still people, even cultivators.
Ye Han said no more. This was precisely why he did not want to become entangled in too many relationships and karmic ties with others. Attaining immortality and the Dao was no easy feat. Throughout the long lifespan afforded by cultivation, the more karmic ties a cultivator accumulated, the greater the uncertainties became...
Many of the cultivators' autobiographies and travel journals Ye Han had read mentioned this: one should not become entangled in too many karmic ties.
Ye Han glanced at the sky again and said, "Miss Ouyang, is it about time?"
Ouyang Changning nodded. "Almost, Fellow Daoist Ye! The Mountain Gate's grand formation only weakens for three breaths. If we miss it, we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
Ye Han nodded and looked toward the Clear Mystery Sect's distant Mountain Gate. A few dozen zhang ahead lay the boundary of