The man chuckled softly, not speaking immediately, but gently plucking the strings of the zither in front of him, causing a melodious sound to resound around.
"Then I wish you success!"
"I will definitely succeed!" the king said confidently.
"King, the higher you stand, the harder you fall, remember my words!" the man said blandly. "For the waves of the Yangtze River push against each other, and you will surely be stranded on the sands!"
"It depends on what kind of waves they are!"
"If it's that little fellow you just mentioned, you'll nip it in the bud, won't you?"
"Exactly!"
The man smiled again, "Sometimes, the more you want to nip someone in the bud, the harder it is for them to die. Additionally, the more you wish to stifle someone, the faster they grow at a terrifying speed!"
"The Evil Lord back then was a living example!"
"The Evil Lord is in the past!" The king said heavily, "Such a person is rare to come by in a hundred years, I don't believe another could arise!"
