Despite Li Xiaofei’s relentless scorn and sarcasm, Su Yuncao remained unperturbed.0

He sighed reflectively, “We old folks can only marvel at the passion of the young, it seems. Always thinking that your fiery determination can change the world.”0

It seemed like he was recalling his own youth. He too had once been full of passion. He too had been fearless. But in the end, reality had beaten him down, shaping him like a sharp stone in a rushing river. He too had become a smooth, slippery pebble over time.0

“Young man, I admire you—that’s the only reason I’ve bothered to talk so much,” Su Yuncao said, snapping back from his reverie. “Don’t waste your energy fighting for others. Focus on yourself instead. Let go of this impractical, impulsive...0