The spring sun set warm,
Night dew returned upon the wind.
Ink-woven robes sighed with the clouds,
A lone silhouette set off the moon's chill.
No lamps, no fire, no words.
One ghost, one village, two people...
Just as Su Mo said, "There won't be room for anyone to stand here," a gust of wind blew past, and Gu Yu actually felt a little cold despite his late-stage Core Formation cultivation.
Gu Yu slowly retreated a few steps, clearing the space between himself and Su Mo.
Su Mo gazed toward the horizon, his ink-black Confucian Robe swaying gently in the wind. The profound hopes that thousands of wandering souls placed in him still seemed visible upon it.
Su Mo seemed able to see thousands of gazes watching him, looking forward to and supporting every decision he made.
"A Daoist elder once said..."
"A scholar must be broad-minded and resolute, for his burden is heavy and his road is long. To take benevolence as one's own responsibility-is that not a heavy burden? To cease only upon death-is that not a long road?"
"Senior Sister." Su Mo turned to look at Gu Yu and slowly said, "I actually have two Daos!"
Gu Yu froze, then shook his head slightly... That's impossible!
No one could possess two Daos!
Su Mo did not explain. Instead, he slowly began to reminisce:
"Senior Sister, I remember you once told me that cultivating the Dao was really cultivating the heart!"
Gu Yu nodded. She had indeed told Su Mo that, back when she first met him.
"That's what I've always done. My Dao follows my heart. I've always strictly abided by the heart of the Confucian Dao. The Confucian Dao is my heart," Su Mo said slowly.
"But I discovered that cultivating the heart is far harder