In the mortal village.
Having received the news, Chang'sheng couldn't help but rub his forehead.
The gentleman took a calm sip of tea and said, "At your current level, if anything can still move your mortal heart, it's either power, or someone you care deeply about."
"But you're not the kind who covets power."
If it were about power,
Perhaps the gentleman wouldn't have gone to Heavenly Dao Mountain early to fetch water, picked tea in his own garden, and brewed it to quietly await Chang'sheng's arrival.
"So, it must be someone you care about, isn't it?"
Chang'sheng rolled his eyes and said, "Listening to you is like listening to you."
The gentleman asked, "What does that mean?"
"It means you talk too much."
The gentleman: "…"
He chuckled softly right after.
Not a bad comment, actually.
It was the first time someone had said that to his face.
"Since there's trouble, just go and cut it off."
Chang'sheng stood up helplessly.
After all, they're his disciples…
