The wind blew fallen leaves, scattering them into the pool.
The moon shines as the clouds disperse.
Zhang Rongfang gently stretched his body, raised his head, facing all the gazes cast upon him.
"Actually... I've wanted to say this for a long time. Unfortunately... there's never been a suitable moment."
He worried about his sister, about his mentor, about his subordinates, about the troubles that might follow.
And so on, and so forth.
Too many concerns.
But many things, the more you retreat from them, the more they approach you, gather around you.
Until you have nowhere to retreat, nowhere to hide.
Rather than this, it's better to turn passive into active from the start.
In the past half month atop Linghua Mountain, Zhang Rongfang learned a lot from Emperor Jiang.
But all these things are not as impactful as one realization.
That is, oneself.
With my heart, respond to his heart; with my intention, influence his intention.
