Watching the arrogant member of the School of Cross and Vertical leave, King Chun clenched his fist and said, "Xuanjing, why didn't we keep him? Without these despicable members of the School of Cross and Vertical, the future of the continent would be much more stable."
Li Xuanjing shook his head slightly and said, "It's meaningless."
King Chun asked puzzledly, "Why?"
Li Xuanjing gently brushed his sleeves, gazed at the horizon, and said slowly, "The art of Cross and Vertical is born in the gaps of the human heart. There's a phrase he didn't get wrong; the desires of the human heart are abysses that can never be filled. The cyclical nature of history may well repeat in the future..."
King Chun asked, "Then what should we do?"
Li Xuanjing withdrew his gaze, smiled slightly, and said, "Every generation has its own mission. Our mission is complete, and the seeds have been planted. How they will be used, whether they will be used, are matters for future generations..."
