The Taoist Sect finally shared a pot of tea with Li Guanyi. The silver-haired Taoist handed over Wang Tong's last letter to Li Guanyi. Li Guanyi took the letter and read it quietly. Even in the end, Mr. Wang Tong's words remained simple and strong.
He said that a master-disciple relationship is like a friendship. Li Guanyi is too sentimental, and knowing of his death, he would certainly go to the Central State City to mourn him in filial piety.
"The Academy in Central State is like a whirlpool. It was hard enough for you to leave, you shouldn't return."
"Death is death, it doesn't matter if one knows or not."
"Does wailing and lamenting in extravagance really bring peace in death?"
"I fear it only worries one's descendants all the more."
