At the foot of Guru Mountain, Lubin Tavern.
Kuyi Tulan, as always, sat alone in the corner, sipping his fruit wine and caressing the letter he had read many times.
"Chief, is it really appropriate for Joela and the others to go up the mountain at this time?" Milo, from a nearby table, asked cautiously.
"What's appropriate or not?" Kuyi Tulan replied. "We do our thing, and they do theirs. There's no conflict, right?"
"But in reality…" Milo began.
"Conflict is inevitable," Kuyi Tulan interrupted Milo. "The world has always been like this. There's no room for reason. If you take one step back, the other side will advance two. No one cares about the one who falls."
Milo fell silent.
"Don't be concerned about their status. Hesitation will only lead to stagnation and prevent you from moving forward." Kuyi Tulan always seemed to discern Milo's thoughts instantly, a trait Milo deeply admired. "Remember the purpose of our mission; don't let other matters distract you."
