'Grief is unfortunate. A sorrowful reality that I'd rather not impose upon those that owe me nothing.' These words resounded in Tusha and Zi Feng's minds, making them wonder if Xinzi had been captured by the Holy Paradise and replaced by a clone.
Yes, all the girls that had been by Xinzi's side long enough to know his Creed of Liberation understood that he aimed to create a world of eternal bliss. But the definition of eternal bliss varied from one person to the next. In Xinzi's case, no one could tell for sure what shape that 'eternal bliss' would take. And not many believed that it'd give men and women equal treatment.
Even Qingxing, closest to Xinzi's inner thoughts, couldn't picture his disciple's vision of paradise. But unlike Tusha and Zi Feng, Qingxing knew how badly Xinzi despised grief. If there was one thing that he could remove, remove it on the spot and without consequences, it would be grief.
