Chapter 650: How Can You Be So Soft?
Daoist Wuwei had often imagined how he would vent the hatred in his heart when they met again. Perhaps through a magical battle, a bitter argument, or something else entirely.
He had imagined so many scenarios, yet in the end, it was all resolved over a bowl of noodles.
The Mister Qingshan before him was far more magnanimous than he had expected.
The bowl of noodles he had given up was more than just a bowl of noodles.
Daoist Wuwei no longer had any reason to hate him.
Daoist Wuwei left without looking back.
This was a session of cultivation spanning several years of his life. It clarified his true heart and illuminated gratitude and grudges alike. This bowl of noodles benefited him greatly, and in that fleeting moment, it helped him understand many things.
The world of cultivators was just like the jianghu—always so inexplicable and unclear.
Daoist Wuwei was gone.