“Master, it’s not that simple. Wei Zhongxian said seriously, “Cultivation is to cultivate a solitary lonesomeness. To cultivate a pride and arrogance akin to plum flowers defying snowfall. To cultivate an eternity to stand as long as heaven and earth, a truth made whole, not void. Amidst this, a great cultivator looks on as azure oceans become mulberry fields. To gaze at the rise and fall of dynasties. A delivery of far too many stirrings to the people.” 

“In China, there is an old saying. Walk a journey of a thousand miles to experience the world and read ten thousand books to learn of it. In fact, this verse really isn’t speaking of walking a thousand miles and reading ten thousand books… but instead the flowers and grasses, the people and creatures during this journey that change a man oh so secretly. The emotions of a man’s heart. So as a cultivator’s realm becomes higher, it’s easier for a kind thing to appear…” 

“A heart devil?” Xu Yangyi chuckled. Presently, he still didn’t know why he felt like this. He’d obviously lost an arm, yet his mood was quite relaxed. Perhaps it was the gain of this new objective, to have something worthy of him to work towards to, that caused him to shine with a second wind…

Just like when...