Upon hearing this, Shen Tuyu showed disdain, while Lu Qingya's expression grew heavy—he and Jianquan had been close friends for many years, their friendship of over thirty years widely known.
"No wonder they say, without madness, there is no enlightenment. Jianquan, that fellow, has enlightened himself and enjoyed it, yet he has dragged the entire Zen community into this mess."
Shen Tuyu spat on the ground. As an Imperial Palace Tributor, firmly standing with Yu Country, he naturally had no fondness for Jianquan, who intended to subvert the common understanding of home and country.
"Alas, Jianquan..." Lu Qingya's lips twitched, the words ultimately dissolving into a long sigh. "Well, saving people is what's most important now."
BOOM—
Perhaps from absorbing too many storm clouds, the rapidly spinning Chaotic Wind gradually darkened, a faint rumbling of thunder echoing from within.
