Zhang Ruoxu may be the headmaster of Qing Xuan but he was extremely humble and helpful when Shen Lian was in doubt.
Shen Lian took the opportunity to ask him about practice and cultivation and Zhang Ruoxu patiently addressed his queries. It was not easy for Shen Lian to meet Zhang Ruoxu and he wouldn't waste the chance whenever he had the opportunity.
Shen Lian would usually request to leave just before Zhang Ruoxu would end their session. His timings were always just nice and neat.
As usual, Zhang Ruoxu would sit on the stone that he had been sitting on for the past hundred years. It was not that he did not want to move but he could not move.
He lightly patted the Tiandi Jian, echo could be heard in the quiet hall.
"Loneliness," Zhang Ruoxu said in a low voice with a hint of frustration on his brow.
Jingqing walked down the hall.
Zhang Ruoxu kept his frustration, looked at Jingqing and said, "All is good as long as you're not injured."