"I can't understand, nor can I figure it out, so I need to ask directly. I want to know where exactly I went wrong." Kuyi Tulan remained immersed in his own unique sorrow. The Great Mentor still occupied a place in his heart, one he was, for the moment, unable to relinquish.
What he could not let go of was his subtle bond with the Great Mentor, a bond akin to that between a father and son—sometimes distant as strangers, yet at other times so close it was inseparable.
It was precisely this subtle bond that kept Kuyi Tulan distanced from the Dark Arts. His pride was all wrapped up in this subtle bond, and he couldn't let that pride be insulted.
He was the Great Mentor's true disciple, and he was meant to be the Mentor's proudest one. So, his every word and action were not just his own; he existed, in part, for the Great Mentor.
