Li Xuanling set down his jade chopsticks, his expression taking on a few shades of despondency. It was some time before he spoke:
"But what can we do about it? Yuanyun and Jingtian suffer from the same plight. If he wishes to stay on the mountain and read, let him do so. Could we possibly... ask him to descend the mountain? That would only hurt the child's feelings even more."
Lu Wanrong sighed softly and said in a gentle voice:
"It would be best if you were willing to teach him, sister. I originally planned to let him go down the mountain and find some worldly affairs to manage, to distract his mind and no longer feel depressed. Over time, his heart would calm."
