Zhao Ji couldn't help but sigh, then asked about the fading of the bamboo in the Celestial Forest Garden.
"The life of man is the gathering of qi; when gathered, there is life, when dispersed, there is death.
The bamboo is the same; the dragon qi beneath the Celestial Forest Garden has dispersed. I, in my humble capacity, can only slow its fading but cannot turn the tide," Lin Su Ya said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji furrowed his brows, lost in thought, and after a long while, he finally asked, "State Preceptor, do you think Han Er's prophecy is true?"
Lin Su Ya knew of Han Er.
He once said, "As long as the bamboo remains, the Great Song remains; if the bamboo falls, the Great Song falls."
"Success is in man, planning is in heaven. A prophecy can be trusted but not fully," Lin Su Ya slowly replied, for destiny can indeed change.
Zhao Ji looked deeply mournful, understanding the meaning behind Lin Su Ya's words.
