"And you, stubborn with existence, yet puzzled by non-existence."
In those murky eyes gleamed a penetrating light which overlooked everything, reflecting Ji Jue's face, just like a craftsman delivering a decisive judgment on a creation before them, telling him firmly:
"What you fear and what you pursue have always been entwined.
If you cannot grasp all that is yours, you will be anxious and lost, unable to find peace throughout the day. If you cannot truly understand your own fears and realize your own non-existence, you cannot be complete, and the direction you pursue cannot be wholesome.
Yet, Ji Jue, as you are now made by material possessions, when you truly lose everything and have nothing left, what remains then?"
Ji Jue remained silent, bowing his head.
Speechless, with no words to utter.
After a long while, he sighed self-deprecatingly: "It always feels like I am quite the troublesome fellow..."
