The princess stood to one side, watching her parents nervously, hoping to discern their attitude toward Mo Caihuan. Unfortunately, the Twin Saints remained expressionless, merely staring at her friend.
After a brief silence, Ling Xiaofeng waved his hand, and a copy of The Predicament of Cultivation flew before Mo Caihuan.
"Did you write this book?" Ling Xiaofeng's voice drifted into Mo Caihuan's ears, making her head buzz.
"I wrote it," she admitted frankly.
"My sister and I wrote it together." Sensing that something was wrong, the princess tried to share the pressure her parents were putting on her friend.
Mo Caihuan also realized that the Twin Saints had summoned her because of this book, so she asked, "Senior, is there something wrong with the book?"
"Deceptive nonsense that leads people astray. A waste of time."
That was quite a charge to lay at her door. Mo Caihuan had never known her book could lead people astray, so she asked, "Please enlighten me, Senior."
"In your book, you pointed out the predicament of cultivators and criticized it bluntly, yet you deceived people with nonsense about cooperation and coexistence. Isn't that luring others down a road to their own destruction? Cooperation and coexistence are utterly impossible. If someone takes your words seriously, invests time and effort, and neglects their cultivation, what then?"
Mo Caihuan understood. They thought she had delayed the princess's cultivation. To cultivators, a good system was no match for a hard fist.
"You're right, Senior. I'll burn all the books when I get back," Mo Caihuan said without hesitation.
"Father, my sister and I wrote the book together." Loyal to her friend, the princess argued her case. "What's wrong with it? Isn't it the truth? It's precisely because none of you believe in development and coexistence that cultivators go