After Zhong Hui had successfully comprehended the monolith, he disappeared without a trace. He had left the words “I’ll take a step ahead of you” to Chen Changsheng, who was still standing on the mountain path. In the eyes of the crowd, Chen Changsheng’s figure seemed rather lonely, although he himself did not feel this way. They looked at him and thought with a small amount of derision that the monoliths of the Mausoleum of Books truly were impartial. No one could be lucky forever.
Some felt that this was not enough and sought to rub salt over Chen Changsheng’s wounds. One of the Scholartree Manor scholars in front of the monolith hut derisively said to him, “The words senior left with you before he departed were said rather indifferently, but to me, they were too modest. Although it’s only a step, once he has finished taking this step, then perhaps the difference will be more than a thousand li.”
