Luo Fan and Xue Ye finished cooking. Everyone ate while chatting.
"Girl, you've comprehended a bit of Saintly Will?" the old man said.
"Yes." Zhuge Hui nodded. "Yes, but I don't seem able to make the step."
"It's not easy. As the ancient books say, a Saint knows the world and all creatures. He has an open heart. That is why I tell you all that you should cultivate your heart as well. Your heart has nothing to do with your plane, but it can determine your level. Some do not have great talents but have an extraordinary heart. Thus, they can still reach extremely high planes. In contrast, if your heart is not enough, your limit is already determined, no matter how talented you are."
The elder spoke while eating. Ye Futian and the others listened carefully. No wonder his senior brothers and sisters respected their teacher so much. He wasn't very attractive—he looked careless and even a bit trashy—but when he spoke seriously, he was like a true master.
