Qing Xuan Hall became even quieter after Qing Xiao's departure. There was not even the slightest bit of sound in the big hall. So this was how Zhang Ruoxu had spent his years watching over Qing Xuan.
Since ancient times, the Sages had always led a lonely life. To Shen Lian, Zhang Ruoxu was more than just someone who had achieved much, he was a Sage. Even though Zhang Ruoxu was not the likes of deities, but the burden he took on, the tenacity he exhibited, these were something that Shen Lian still could not completely understand.
Shen Lian remembered the story Jing Qing told him back when he first came to Qing Xuan. Zhang Ruoxu was just a normal disciple back then, and he had been logging the stone bamboos in the sea of bamboos for seven years on the chief's order without complaints. Because of this attitude, he was able to stand out. If not for Yanxu, he would have attained immortality long ago, and not stuck in the cycle of life and death like now.