At the village entrance, the old man was still sitting on the curb.
He leisurely waited for Han Yu's arrival, seemingly wanting to say something, yet at a loss for words.
The scene from a few days ago was still vivid in Han Yu's mind, where his confrontational demeanor was on full display, and similarly, the moment when the wise man let him witness a friend's death was also unforgettable for Han Yu.
"Some things cannot be simply explained in terms of right or wrong. From my standpoint, I am responsible for all living beings..."
Before the wise man could finish, Han Yu interrupted him.
Han Yu shook his head and slowly spoke, "A smarter elder has already told me similar things, more convincingly and comfortably than you. I know what you want to say."
Knowing is one thing, understanding is another.
Even with understanding, Han Yu ultimately couldn't accept it.
That's all there is to it; Quan Xiaotong never tried to persuade him.
