Lu Changfeng noticed it too.
He shook his head and said earnestly, "Young sect master, I saved you by using my spirit to replenish yours. For the time being, you must avoid too much exposure to my ideas. Study the Sword Sect's classics instead, especially the Great Void Divine Sword Scripture. Once you master it, it will greatly benefit your divine soul."
He paused, his tone solemn. "A person's temperament and beliefs should be shaped by his own experiences and insights. Forcing them upon someone from outside is never the proper path."
He disliked twisting other people's minds, even inadvertently.
Shen Guannan froze for a moment, then nodded. "You're right, sir. I was presumptuous."
His tone remained calm, but that trace of affection had not entirely faded.
Watching this, Shen Lingyue saw nothing wrong with it. In his view, what was wrong with being influenced by Lu Changfeng? Though young, Mr. Lu handled matters with more steadiness than many old hands of the Jianghu. If Guan Nan could learn even a fraction of his composure, that would be a good thing.
But since Lu Changfeng had said as much, he could hardly insist.
Xu Yuanzhi spoke at just the right moment. "Why not stay with me, sir? My courtyard is quiet, and it would make talking easier."
Shen Lingyue nodded. "That would be fine. Yuanzhi is an outstanding disciple of the Hundred-Knowledge Hall and well informed. If there's anything you wish to ask about, sir, it would be convenient."
Lu Changfeng did not decline. "Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Xu."
With that settled, everyone went their separate ways.
Shen Lingyue instructed his disciples to arrange dinner and had someone prepare Lu Changfeng's guest room.
That night.
The guest courtyard of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect.
Moonlight spilled like water