The Autumn Appreciation gathering ended smoothly. As an event of a *** nature, it had been a little short and rather theoretical; overall, it had stayed true to its purpose of educating the younger disciples, with less crossing of swords and less naked combat.
For a gathering of parents, it had already been quite respectable.
Back in the little courtyard, Hou Niao gazed at this difficult girl. Well, he could no longer call her a girl now.
"I'm leaving. I've delivered what I came to deliver, and you don't seem to welcome me much anyway?"
Hou Niao smiled wryly. "Since you won't speak, I assume you don't want my help. I won't force it on you.
"There are three questions you need to think through for yourself."
He paced a few steps with his hands behind his back. "First, you can harbor hatred, but letting it make you abandon yourself to despair is foolish.
"Second, you need to learn to face things yourself, whether what happened twenty years ago or what's happening to you now. The worst response is to drag things out. In the end, you're the only one that delay will ruin.
"Face it. Whatever the outcome, it will clear the obstacles to your reaching the upper realm. Your problem isn't purely a matter of accumulation, but of your state of mind. Only you can resolve it."
Zhao Xintong lowered her head without speaking. Seeing this, Hou Niao sighed, then flickered out of sight into the night sky.
Only when his figure had completely vanished did Zhao Xintong stamp her foot in frustration. She had wanted very much to speak, but she simply could not cross that hurdle in her heart. She did not know why her state of mind became so fragile before this villain, as though