Inside the Chenghuang main hall, Zhonglie Duke Wen regained his consciousness and, after a single, significant glance towards Li Xuan, slightly acknowledged him by nodding his head before closing his eyes again and fading into a state of seclusion.
Both were filled with the spirit of the hero, an overwhelming sense of nobility that drove them to greatness in a world of strife. There was no need for many words between two hearts full of mutual understanding.
Zhang Xun knew from reading Li Xuan's written words what kind of personality this younger generation Confucianist had; Li Xuan knew from how his own Hao Qi inspired Zhang Xun's True Spirit and helped him regain his composure that they shared a common disposition, being of the same kind.
Zhang Xun needed all his mental strength to battle against the Saintess White Lotus, leaving him with no energy to pay attention to anything else.
Li Xuan, however, focused his attention elsewhere.
