"It requires successors to innovate and perfect it constantly."
"If one's focus is diverted, causing the path of the Literary Dao to halt here, I always feel a sense of guilt in my heart."
Listening to this, Shen Chongxuan's expression turned somewhat somber.
He also knew that back then, his father placed the pursuit of the Dao above family bonds, leaving behind criticism and regret.
If now he cannot carry forward and expand the Literary Dao, reducing it to a minor path, it would indeed dishonor his father's efforts.
"Sir, rest assured, Chongxuan and future Literary Dao cultivators will not let your and father's efforts go to waste."
Lu Zhiyuan smiled, nodded, and stood up, saying, "In that case, you two brothers should chat for a while; I shall take my leave."
The two of them rose and cupped their hands in salute, seeing Lu Zhiyuan off.
"Elder brother, is the teacher angry?"
Shen Chongxuan spoke in a deep voice.
"Not exactly angry."
