Chu Huaixu's idea was this simple:
Blah blah blah, whatever! I'll just go and crush that so-called Origin Spirit Realm—problem solved!
Actually, he had a pretty good impression of Xiang Yan and this batch of Daoist Sect higher-ups.
Earlier, when he took the protagonist script from Xu Ziqing, they probably mistook him for the chosen Sword Attendant candidate.
After Chu Huaixu climbed the mountain, he didn't remove that sword, even carved that line on the Gentleman Stele—yet Xiang Yan and the rest put zero pressure on him, not even an extra word.
"Rescue Profound Yellow, save all sentient beings—none of that ever got mentioned by the Sect Leader or any of the elders."
"See, told you! All kinds of people, each with their own quirks, but everyone talks it out? Really?"
"Guess the stress monster hasn't returned to the sect yet!" he thought to himself.
Chu Huaixu could tell, his Junior Martial Uncle really didn't seem to like him.
