“Xia Changge, Xia Changge, after decades of cultivation, have you cultivated yourself into a dog? Why can’t you control yourself in front of a mortal?”
Xia Changge was walking outside on the street while deeply blaming himself, thinking that his practice had gone to waste.
But she is really beautiful...
Recalling how charming, tender, and pitiful she was when he saw Zhang Miaoyi just now, Xia Changge had other thoughts in his mind.
“Bastard, he is Daoist Li’s wife, he is your half-sister-in-law. Daoist Li just pass away; how could you think that kind of thing… I’m really a beast!”
Xia Changge gently gave himself a slap; perhaps because of his slap, Xia Changge calmed down for three seconds.
Three seconds later, he began to deceive himself again.
“Daoist Li is gone, and her wife and daughter can no longer gain a foothold in Mo City. If it weren’t for me, the mother and daughter would have suffered today. Daoist Li asked me to protect his wife and daughter for more than ten years, is he implying that...”
Xia Changge remembered a lot.
Maybe he also complied with Daoist Li’s arrangement by doing that by himself?
After all, he is just an ordinary monk. What he did before was just out of fear of death. How can he have any high moral character?
“Could it be that the life trajectory of us low-end cultivators is already predetermined?”
Xia Changge thought about those experiences imparted by the older loose cultivators in the small group of loose cultivators in the Hengduan Mountains.
That is, they cultivate while struggling in the world of mortals in the first half of their lives, while in the second half of their life, they will focus their attention on other fields and cannot stand aloof like a genuine immortal.
If Xia Changge hadn’t obtained the Sacred Heart Art, he would indeed be in the second half of his life.