After Leaving Seclusion, My Archrival Ascended

"He's seen every kind of romance and indulgence in this life. How could he care about a poem of mine, full of wine and words?"

The unknown road home begins with the present we know. When the fog rises, follow the light. Even a poisonous lair or a cliff's edge can once have been the way to salvation.

[My own take on cultivation. I've thrown in all kinds of settings, without any basis in canon.]

Theme: Do good deeds openly, but fear others discovering your evil deeds