"Heavenly Dao?"
The Mysterious Trace True Master pondered slightly and slowly recited, "The Taoist Ancestor said: 'The Way of Heaven, isn't it like drawing a bow? High things are pressed down, low things lifted up; what has surplus is reduced, what is insufficient is supplemented. The way of man is otherwise, reducing the insufficient to serve the surplus...'"
After reciting, he looked at Shen Xuan with deep eyes: "Brother, with this statement, do you presume yourself to be a sage?"
"Senior Brother, you overthink it."
Shen Xuan smiled slightly, his expression calm.
"We cultivators pursue nothing but 'Unity of Heaven and Man, Natural Daoist Skill.' I merely act naturally, with clarity of mind, making my cultivation smooth."
He stood up, his robes fluttering in the mountain breeze, his voice clear and steady: "Looking up, without shame to the heavens; looking down, without guilt to men."
