Daoist Gucheng nodded in agreement: "Yes, no regrets in the heart."
Han Yi'an seemed to have sensed something too; there was indeed something off with Daoist Gucheng.
All along, he had been such a calm person, giving off a very peaceful aura.
Like himself, he had experienced glory and downfall, and eventually chose to retire from Jianghu.
He is the Master of Liuyun Temple, wholeheartedly pursuing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth, natural harmony, personal cultivation, and realm improvement. How could there be such a sudden shift?
Having known Daoist Gucheng for decades, after they both retired, this was the first time Han Yi'an felt that he might be troubled by something.
"Daoist, is something troubling you?" Han Yi'an asked tentatively.
"Sigh." Daoist Gucheng sighed, "Brother Yi'an, no, I don't know what's gotten into me, it's been like this recently. Maybe it's because I've been at Liuyun Temple for too long."
