Dharma Transmission: The skill of imparting knowledge and principles, causing the recipient to be unconsciously influenced. If woven with logic, it will be met with logic.
Song Ciwan had cast the Dharma Transmission Skill on herself, but in truth, this Dharma Transmission had actually fallen upon Mr. Gao.
Amidst the vast, red-clouded glow of sunset, Song Ciwan sighed softly. "Young man, 'Do not impose on others what you do not desire for yourself.' How could you not understand this?"
Mr. Gao was tongue-tied, finding it even harder to speak.
He felt a sense of dread, as if he were back in his clan's schoolroom. The feeling made him instinctively straighten his posture, press his palms neatly to his sides, and not dare to move an inch out of place.
Mr. Gao was at once angry and wistful.
He was angry because he couldn't understand why he was being lectured by an outsider like Xin Mian. 'What right does he have? What does he know?'
