Cao Mansion.
Under the pavilion.
"Are these… really the words of that Young Master Wang?" Cao Xiu stared at his granddaughter, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Cao Qingqing nodded. "It must be true. That Li Lanhua could never have fabricated words imbued with such Dao Yun!"
Cao Xiu was stunned, muttering repeatedly, "My nature is self-sufficient, seeking nothing from without… All the world's adversities are but a state of mind… Marvelous, truly marvelous! Every word is a pearl, encapsulating the true essence of the world!"
He was incredibly excited, a hint of madness creeping into his eyes as he gesticulated wildly. "Someone who can say this is definitely a true, enlightened master!"
"Qing'er, prepare the gifts! I must pay him a personal visit!"
"Grandfather, don't be so hasty," Cao Qingqing said hurriedly. "According to Young Master Wang, these words were left by his master, not spoken by him!"
