The first ray of sunlight broke through the cold gloom of dawn with a gust of refreshing breeze. Meng Qi stood at the bank of the river, erect and still. The events that have just transpired seemed like a vivid but outlandish dream to him.
He felt no remorse nor guilt about the incident in the Ashram Hall. To Meng Qi, there were a handful of principles more significant to him than his life, yet his life was still very much more important to him than many other tenets.
He would fight to the death of his friends and for justice. But that would never mean that he was one who placed no importance on his own life. At the crossroads of life and death, there was no choice but to forsake principles which were considered by him as trivial.
If he has a wife or a lover, a person that he held dear, he would have rather hide in a spot and wait for Han Guang and Gao Lan to leave the Celestial Court while he recuperated.
