Apologizing, for Chen Ye, is not difficult.
Not only to his students, but even to outsiders, he can lower himself.
Since that's the case, there's even less reason to be cold and put on airs with those close to him.
In this month of seclusion, his heart and mind are clear, gradually breaking through the barriers.
The withering and flourishing of plants follow the laws of nature.
Humans should be the same.
Qing Jun's unruliness is the nature of a child, and Lin Jin's gloominess is the persistence of survival.
And Zhiwei's attachment is like the vines yearning for the morning sun.
Forcefully pruning will only harm its root; only by following its nature and guiding it can it achieve the path of endless life.
His ten lashes of the Bone-Scraping Whip did not break the desire to explore, but rather the disciple's yearning for the master.
"This time… I was indeed too impatient."
Chen Ye sighed.
