Everyone in the sect despised Jiang Ci for cultivating the Heartless Dao, calling her cold-blooded and unfeeling.
On the night the sect was destroyed, Jiang Ci cut down foes in every direction, her robes soaked in blood as she protected the last group of disciples.
The dying sect leader wept and asked, “You cultivate the Heartless Dao. Why are you willing to die for the sect?”
She wiped the blood from her sword, her features as cool and clear as snow. “The Heartless Dao is not the Dao of having no heart.”
“What do the lives and deaths of you all have to do with my Dao?”
It is a very interesting book, very pure, full of thought and energy. It is especially popular for those who study Chinese medicine, as they will have different understandings of their own life path and their own Tao. Like. Recommend! Highly recommended, maybe the plot is not as ups and downs, and not as youthful and enthusiastic as the group portraits, but I think it is very interesting and not boring.