Just how important was the decision Jing Jiu had made?
On the grand scale, it concerned the course of the entire Chaotian Continent's history.
On the smaller scale, it determined the ultimate success or failure of his thousand years of cultivation.
Of course, to him, perhaps the latter was what truly mattered.
Yet he had taken only a single night to make this decision. By any measure, he could hardly be called serious; it could even be called extremely rash.
"Actually, I really don't particularly care what you want to do. But why did I stand up against Senior Brother when he wanted to do it back then?"
Jing Jiu reached out again and plucked a length of spring light, holding it before his eyes for a while, as though looking at that hotpot meal all those years ago.
"Those who follow different paths cannot make plans together. We could simply go our separate ways, but not in this matter, because your path has already affected mine. They say well water should not encroach on river water. I only want to be a quiet well, but the waves you stir up in the river are so great that they have muddied even the well water."
He had never said these words to Senior Brother. Yesterday on Heavenly Light Peak, he had only offered an introduction; today, at last, he gave a formal explanation.
After finishing that hotpot meal that year, he had led Yuan Qijing and Liu Ci toward Senior Brother.
This had been connected to the calamity at Fruitful Accomplishment Temple, but at its root, their paths had differed.
"If it were back then, when you still had to live and cultivate in this mortal world, your choice would be understandable. But now the Great Dao is within your