At the highest levels of the Daoist Order, effort was the least noteworthy factor, not because it was unimportant, but because it was the most basic prerequisite. No one could become the Grand Master with ease. Even prodigies such as Li Changge and Yao Pei were no exception. If one did not strive for the best, there would be no shortage of others who were willing to work doubly hard.0

Qi Xuansu was very diligent. He had little leisure time. The last time he went to see an opera with Zhang Yuelu was several years ago, when he was still just an ordinary seventh-rank Daoist.0

There were many reasons why Sage Donghua valued Qi Xuansu. One of them was Qi Xuansu’s ability to handle monotony. He could handle various work affairs during the day and cultivated at night, with virtually no time for entertainment or indulgence. This was truly rare in the younger generation.0

Midnight had already passed, yet Qi Xuansu still sat behind his desk, holding a file in his hands, his expression extremely grave.0

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