Geniuses are always lonely, and the line between them and madmen is invariably thin. The so-called distinction between heaven and hell in a single thought, was rampant in the world of cultivation.
Li Cangxu could understand Dao through Yang Zhen, though he only understood the things he previously couldn't. However, Yang Zhen felt that this was not an enlightenment; instead, it was a self-suggestive assurance, which in other words, meant that he had a depressive episode.
Poor kid!
Watching Li Cangxu slowly walk away, the Heavenly Spring Saint Lord's expression grew increasingly grim. Before Yang Zhen could explain what depression was, his expression swiftly turned cold, and he stared at Yang Zhen and said, "Li Cangxu was originally a well-behaved disciple. He almost had the highest talent in the Heavenly Spring Sacred Land for the past ten thousand years. It was you who ruined his promising future with your own hands."
