These things, he knew all about.

But without personally experiencing them, without seeing them with ones own eyes, its impossible to understand the depth of this suffering.

The dead are not just names, not just numbers, but living individuals, children, parents, family members.

Mo Hua looked up, gazing into the distance.

In the distance, at the Qian Learning State Boundary, sects are abundant, families tower, terraces rise high, palaces are majestic.

Those standing high do not look down…

In fact, he was the same.

If he had always stayed within the Qian Learning State Boundary, interacting with families and sects, he might feel that time is peaceful and life is affluent, never realizing that in nearby corners, these silently, namelessly deceased, dust-like loose cultivators exist.

He would not see the injustices created by demon cultivators.

Perhaps he would also be indifferent to the dead cultivators…

Mo Hua felt a heavy heart.

Mo Hua… Gu Changhuai said softly, are you okay?

Seeing Mo Hua standing there, silent, his expression shifting several times, he felt some concern.

Mo Hua snapped out of it, shook his head, Im fine.

Gu Changhuai looked around, sighed, and comforted Mo Hua: The Demon Sect will be eradicated, so focus on your cultivation, the rest is not your concern, dont dwell on it.

Mm. Mo Hua replied softly.

Gu Changhuai, worried Mo Hua might overthink, said: Its getting late, head back early.

Mm.

Afterwards, the two went to the Taoist Court and cast Li San into the Taoist Prison, and Gu Changhuai sent Mo Hua back to Taixu Gate.

Before parting, Gu Changhuai saw that Mo Hua seemed burdened by thoughts. He wanted to comfort him but, being better at cold and detached words, couldnt find the right words to say, and ended up squeezing out these two sentences:

Cultivate well, dont think about anything else.

Mm, I understand.

Mo Hua nodded.

…

After returning to the Disciples Residence, Mo Hua did not sleep all night.

Although he usually doesnt sleep, practicing Formation on the Taoist