"Ye Qiu's state of mind has shattered."
"I know about this, but I can't solve it."
Lin Jingxuan stood with his hands behind his back by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at it as golden profound texts appeared on the immense glass pane before him.
They constantly shifted, rearranged, and then scattered into fine golden light particles, only to start anew.
This was his private reception room, which could also serve as a small meeting room.
Currently, only Han Zhan and Lin Jingxuan were present in the small meeting room.
"After becoming an ordinary person, is there really no way to start over on a new path?" Han Zhan couldn't help but ask.
"Of course there is. Have you forgotten?"
Lin Jingxuan glanced at him.
"Didn't our teacher forge a path as a close combat martial artist after suffering severe injuries?"
"Alas, how many on Blue Star possess the same courage and determination as our teacher? Giving up the struggle is human nature."
