The sharp points emerge atop the mountain peaks; who says this journey is in vain?
The red tassel pierces the shifting mist, a clenched fist reveals the Taixu.
Seeing the white-robed Daoist slowly approach, Venerable Linglu frowned.
"Venerable Qingxu? You’ve come to join the fun as well?"
"Indeed. Everyone says that I, the Daoist of Qingxu, only care for silent cultivation... and I find there is some truth to that. One cannot always let their disciples focus solely on following the rules; they must appropriately venture out into the world and gain experience... lest you fellows say that I only know how to shut myself away and build a cart behind closed doors."
The Daoist of Qingxu’s eyes were deep, as if stars and rivers were flowing within them. He scanned the entire arena and spoke calmly.
"Very well. The three of us haven’t met for many years; why not have some tea and discuss the Dao? This world, in the end, will belong to these young people."
Chapter 37