Only when Tang Yan saw Feng Chenye gradually regain his ability to move did he relax.
"Were you trying to murder me?" Feng Chenye demanded, pointing a trembling finger at Tang Yan.
Fortunately, the others from the Fengyun Clan were reasonable. They lowered their eyes and stilled their minds, pretending not to have heard, and did not trouble Tang Yan.
Dark lines creased Tang Yan's forehead. All that reading of yours went to the dogs!
With a soft sigh, Tang Yan explained helplessly, "You needed to draw your own insights from the mural. What you wrote strayed a little too far from the proper path."
With that, he paid Feng Chenye no further attention. Taking out a brush, Tang Yan wrote on the stone wall: Be the first to shoulder the world's worries, and the last to enjoy its joys!
The writing shone with a rosy glow, then vanished from the stone wall.
Rumble-
The tightly shut stone door opened!
Feng Chenye stared at Tang Yan, dumbstruck. They had looked at the same mural, yet with different states of mind, what they saw was entirely different.
The stark contrast between them suddenly made him realize how insignificant and arrogant he was!
After his brief shock, Feng Chenye was not discouraged by the blow. Instead, his gaze cleared, and he vaguely found a direction toward which to strive.
Unfortunately, even someone he met at random was more talented than him. His path of attaining the Dao through literature was destined to be fraught with a thousand hardships and ten thousand perils.
"Brother Feng, it's me, Tang Yan. Keep it quiet, and don't leave yet. Help me put on a little act later." Tang Yan's voice rang in Feng Chenye's ear.
Feng Chenye's eyes flew wide!
Tang Yan?
His gloom instantly vanished!