Her expression was complicated, and disappointment filled her heart. She could tell that he was a man of firm resolve. Since he had already made his choice, after everything the Daoist Sect had done to him, anyone with dignity would react.
Mortals liked to talk about what they would do once their names appeared on the golden list of successful examination candidates. Cultivators were not necessarily any different; they simply expressed it differently. Mortals might seek only a little emotional satisfaction, but cultivators might truly rise with swords in hand and spill blood within five paces!
She merely hoped to leave the Daoist Sect with one fewer enemy. Since she had no intention of silencing him permanently, she could only show him kindness, hoping it might rein in this wild horse when the occasion arose.
For cultivators, the pursuit of the Dao far outweighed national allegiance, so she could not persuade him on the grounds that he was from Anhe. She could only approach it from another angle... She sighed inwardly. When would she truly be able to let go of all this and stop troubling herself over such trifles?
The Daoist Sect did not belong to her, the junior cultivator might never grow into a towering tree, and she had no standing to steer the continent's affairs... But that was simply the kind of person she was. She always hoped to do something within her power, for no other reason than peace of mind!
For that shout at the Jade Water landing.
She was a very clever woman. Rather than mention a word about the junior cultivator's purpose in coming here, she took another approach.
"Why did you bring a child all the way here from Jincheng?"
Hou Niao was delighted that she had finally stopped talking about the