Dao Qiongcang turned and nodded:
"Indeed, what you said is quite right. Gou Wuyue is seeking a new path."
"If not, he wouldn't need to join the Holy Divine Palace. Perhaps he could have achieved sanctification long ago."
"If it weren't so, Bazhun'an wouldn't have failed to persuade him to turn back at the Eighth Palace. He left without looking back, even bringing Sleeveless back to the mountain for punishment."
"Even the tallest trees start as tiny seeds in the dark soil, unnoticed until they break through into the light...."
At this point, as if remembering something, Dao Qiongcang's voice lowered, as if speaking to himself:
"If he really turned back, wouldn't decades of effort be in vain?"
Xi's eyes lit up: "So, Elder Wuyue finally succeeded in the end?!"
Dao Qiongcang raised his gaze, looking at the young man heading towards the Dao heart under the moonlight, his lips curling into a smile:
"It seems so."
"What?"
