Luo Qingye coughed again, and more blood dribbled down the corner of his lips. He knew his time was near, but he had more to tell Wang Jingyuan.
"Jing-Jing, remember this. You are new to the martial arts sector and barely entering society itself. You don't know about the feuds between the sects, nor do you know how ugly and dark people's hearts can be. Do not let yourself get caught in something you can't get out of. Do not trust anyone. It is always those closest to you who can hurt you the most. Shifu has seen too many people die at the hands of not their sworn enemies, but their loved ones. Be careful, Jing-Jing. You never know who is out to get you, even if you aren't intentionally offending anyone."
Tears were rolling down Wang Jingyuan's cheeks now. "I understand, shifu. I will always remember your words. I will find Senior Brother Liu, and we will return Xuanyan Sect to its former glory. We will avenge you and all of our sect brothers and sisters."
