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Chen Ping'an and Cui Dongshan made their way toward the wine shop together.
"Did you manage to convince him, Teacher?" Cui Dongshan asked. "Is Tao Wen still unwilling to leave the Sword Qi Great Wall, even if he knows that he's going to die here?"
Just as there were people on the Sword Qi Great Wall like Cui Wei, who wanted to live, there were also those who had pledged themselves to die here like Tao Wen.
There had been many people on both ends of the scale throughout the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Why was it that all of the top sword immortals throughout the history of the Sword Qi Great Wall had been opposed to the principles of the Three Teachings and Hundred Schools of Thought taking root on the Sword Qi Great Wall? It was definitely not just a case of them looking down on those principles. Instead, the reason was that the more one learned, the more one would think, and, as a result, one's sword heart would no longer be pure. If that were to happen, then the Sword Qi Great Wall would fall very soon.
Even among the current native sword immortals on the Sword Qi Great Wall, very few people were aware of this. Many years ago, the old great sword immortal had personally conjured up a small world atop the city walls, and a collection of sages had gathered to conduct divination, but the outcome had not been that good.
After that, all of the sages, noble scholars, and virtuous scholars from the Etiquette Sage and the Second Sage's branches were given strict orders to only oversee wartime proceedings whenever they were sent to the Sword Qi Great Wall, and they were forbidden from doing anything outside of that.
There had been some people who were willing to accept the risk of punishment to try and do some things for the betterment of the Sword Qi Great Wall. The native sword immortals of the Sword Qi Great Wall never tried to actively oppress or discourage them, but in the end, all of them simply became disillusioned and gave up.
"All we did was drink, and I didn't try to persuade him," Chen Ping'an replied. "Drinking really does always get in the way of things."
He was walking along at a leisurely pace, and Cui Dongshan wasn't in a hurry, either.
All of the streets and alleys that they passed through held various different stories, all with bad endings.
"What was the outcome of your games against Lin Junbi?" Chen Ping'an asked.
With a rustle of Cui Dongshan's sleeve, a bouquet of shimmering, golden lotus flowers appeared around the two. This was an illusion...
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