He shook his head slightly, "So, Daoist Saints are about non-action, not seeking or competing. After losing everything, they gain their true self... That is the full meaning of the phrase. As long as thoughts revolve around this, any topic can be addressed. Hmm, I feel I can answer with 'non-action' again..."
Zhao Rong's words suddenly paused, and he fell silent.
His eyes were fixed and unblinking, staring at the scrawled characters 'Everyone has excess, but I alone am lost' on the paper.
"Is the old teacher who set the question really testing the Daoist true self and non-action?"
The self-muttering Confucian Scholar was silent for a long time.
The sound of writing, ink grinding, and paper flipping intricately intertwined in the examination hall.
Zhao Rong sat in the back row near the pond, slowly turned his head to look at the tranquil, ripple-less green pool.
He shook his head lightly.
