Ning Que said, "Actually, fighting with people... is an interesting thing."
Looking at him, the Headmaster said, "Useless!"
Ning Que laughed. In his mind, he was not the Headmaster who was qualified to fight against Heaven. He had been familiar with the joy and anger during the battles for survival.
Traveling in spring, peaceful and happy, they finally got rid of death and separation. When they relaxed, they began to complain: the students complained about their teacher.
"Why had you done nothing all these years? Were things too boring? If you had helped Eldest Brother, he should not have been exhausted and many people would still be alive."
The Headmaster took up the teacup, smelling the fragrance. Looking at Sangsang, he said, "I don't care how many people have died. I just don't know how to choose what is the best for the world."
Ning Que said, "Since you don't care for people, why do you care for the world?"