"This..."
Staring at the chopping board and knife in front of him, Shan Bing couldn't say anything for a long time.
Finally, with the preparation work done, he could start cutting the meat, but the mere minutes spent washing dishes left him soaked in sweat.
His clothes were already drenched, a result of his inner turmoil. Shan Bing suddenly realized that this so-called "letting go of thoughts" wasn't as easy as it sounded.
No, it's more than just not easy; it's an incredibly difficult thing!
"How can it be?"
Shan Bing suddenly felt a bit disoriented. In that moment, his perception seemed skewed. In his mind, the act of clearing one's thoughts always seemed as simplistic as the behavior of a fool—a simpleton. Of course, this might sound disrespectful to the Little Giant, but in practical terms, not thinking at all seemed rather witless.
