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If the people at the foot of the mountain could hear the conversation of those on the mountain, they certainly wouldn't be as excited as they are now; they might even throw up two liters of blood.
Li Chungang clasped his fists and politely said, "Fellow Daoist, why do you look so downhearted?"
Gao Zhenyue stood with his hands behind his back, sighing towards the mountains below, "The morals of the world are declining, the integrity of the past is lost. We cultivators live in this world, and if we cannot comprehend the concept of 'letting go', we're doomed to suffer greatly!"
Li Chungang, with a flash of insight, said, "Fellow Daoist speaks my mind, I often feel the same. That's why I secluded myself for several years to focus away from worldly matters!"
Gao Zhenyue turned around, gazing at Li Chungang with a sense of latecomer's regret, "I've heard that your ancestor was Li Chunfeng?"
