"So, even without hatred, your heart would still be unsettled," Ming Qitian said softly.
"...What?"
"The unease in a person's heart can never be eliminated. Without hatred, there will still be confusion, anger, desire, ruptures and betrayals, loneliness and uncertainty," Ming Qitian said softly. "Precisely because I possess bright mirror, ice reflection, I understand all the more clearly how many disturbances a heart must face."
"So, Miss Ming, you mean..."
"I think that for you to have a heart that holds quietly steadfast, you need not necessarily be free of hatred," Ming Qitian said. "Nor need you be free of the disturbance of any other emotion-as long as they do not rob you of your resolve."
Ming Qitian looked at him. "And you have long possessed that ability. When you refused the Immortal Lord's descent into the world inside the mountain within the Kongtong Sword, and when you killed Qu Zhu on the Jade Sword Platform, you already proved it."
Pei Ye stared blankly. "Have I? Then how should I..."
He recalled his state of mind when he first attained a Sword State. Back then, the pressure of the entire Divine Capital had weighed upon him, just like the supposedly seamless, gapless "Heaven-Qilin-Book of Changes" he would face. After comprehending Sleeve Tiger then, he had gotten thoroughly drunk.
But now, amid the quiet mountain and night rain, with neither the Immortal Lord nor Qu Zhu present, he did not know how to connect that "state of mind" to endowed fortune again.
Ming Qitian said, "Look at me."
Pei Ye instinctively turned his head. The woman's clear, glaze-like eyes were inches away.
"Would you like to visit Godman Peak again?" she asked.
Pei Ye froze.
"Of course I would," he blurted out.
Ming Qitian held Glaze reversed and offered it to