"Outdated principles are only useful to old folks; young people's doubts must be resolved by themselves."
The Flower-Coat Old Man picked up another peanut and popped it into his mouth, chuckling as he said, "The road ahead is long, why rush this moment?"
"Thank you for your guidance, Ancestor. It was reckless of me, Yanran."
To the majority of disciples in Long Valley, the Flower-Coat Old Man was akin to a divine presence on earth, with each word he uttered imbued with boundless profundity.
Thus, Cao Yanran did not perceive the old man's words as shirking responsibility, intuitively seeing them as a higher level of care and instruction. He expressed his gratitude and apologized full of emotion.
This, however, infuriated Cao Changqing, who saw it entirely differently. To him, the Flower-Coat Old Man had merely said some nonsense!
If someone seeks answers to a perplexing question, and you tell them to think it through slowly—what kind of useless advice is that?!
"Bah!"
