The next morning, A-Da arrived on time, his face radiant from a month of merriment, although his eyes were slightly bloodshot, indicating an excess of wine and pleasure. To an ordinary person, there might not be anything amiss, but none of it could be hidden from the experienced eyes of Xin Yun.
Xin Yun gave A-Da a thoughtful look but said nothing. Everyone has the right to choose their own way of life. There's nothing wrong with liking women, as long as it doesn't interfere with others. If he were forced to abstain and practice hard, he would probably prefer death.
Besides, A-Da wasn't cut out for that. Talent, creativity, and aptitude, all were below average. No matter how hard he worked, it was difficult to make any headway. Historically, heroes emerged in their youth, and in this world, if you haven't made a name for yourself by 18, you pretty much had no chance, except for extraordinary cases like the dazzling Peacock King—Ming Xuan!
