Chen Jichuan saw Shen Mo bow deeply and remain kneeling, and after all, they were once fellow disciples. His heart softened, and he sighed, "Senior Brother, please rise. I will take this disciple."
"Thank you, Junior Brother!"
Shen Mo, hearing this, bowed deeply once again.
"Why must Senior Brother trouble himself so?"
Chen Jichuan saw Shen Mo, once a prodigious talent, now fading in his prime, and momentarily could not find the right words to say.
"To live a life, one must have attachments and continuity. Only then does it justify this brief journey through the world."
Like drinking water, its warmth or chill is known only to oneself.
Chen Jichuan felt sorrow, yet Shen Mo accepted his fate with serenity.
