Then, he asked Zhuang Butong a question:
"How many of the younger generation in your Yanhuang understand the past experiences of these four? Those truly free, self-willed, unrestrained, brilliant pasts that walked the Dao alone."
He didn't wait for Zhuang Butong's answer but continued on his own:
"In my hometown, strong people like them, whether or not they die easily, even if they truly die and their Dao extinguishes, would be gloriously enshrined in the highest Ancestor Master Hall of the sect. Their legendary deeds, every disciple who joins the sect must learn by heart to inspire the Latecomers."
Zhang Qingyang paused, sincerely said: "I've been standing here all afternoon, and feel sorry they were born here."
He didn't mean anything else, just purely felt it wasn't worthwhile.
Standing here half a day, the visiting worshippers with chaotic incense had no one with "true heart".
Zhuang Butong didn't rush to reply, simply glanced at Marshal Yang's god statue, and asked:
