After leaving the Phoenix Tree Divine Wood, Cao Yanran lowered his head, pondering the words of the Old Master. The more he reflected, the more profound the meaning became. Many judgment standards that had once been unclear now seemed crisply defined, and many hesitations in weighing choices gradually found their proper balance.
This choice may feel quite unfamiliar to him, but once the decision was made, he felt a surprising sense of inner peace. And just like that, the eyes of this true disciple of the Mao Sect grew brighter, his steps lighter.
On the other hand, Cao Changqing, who was escorting him out, appeared entirely unaffected, merely rambling on beside him, offering comfort.
"Yanran Senior Brother, don't be too upset. That grumpy old man is both lazy and greedy, always showing off. Last time the Great Commander came back to beg for his help, he even threw peanuts at his head. At least the Beast King is straightforward—went immediately without a second thought."
