The old man glared at the disheveled swordsman and said, "I am cultivating the Great Dao. You wouldn't understand. I am sacrificing my small self to seek the Great Dao!"
"Alright, alright. Whatever you say is right. Everything you say is correct."
This was a thatched cottage in the suburbs of the capital. The old man sat cross-legged and spread out his hands.
At that moment, inside the dimly lit room, eighteen white lotuses rose. The room was immediately filled with the fragrance of the lotuses.
"Eighteen white lotuses, seventeen of which have bloomed. Why is the last one wilting?"
The old man replied, "In all matters of the world, it is most feared to overdo or fall short. Everything should leave a margin. This is the right path."
"Stop kidding yourself. Clearly, you just can't nourish the last lotus to bloom."
"Shut up!"
"I'm saying, why don't you borrow some National Destiny from the Zhao Family's Emperor to bring that last lotus to bloom?"
