Jiang Xiaobai clutched his head; every word from the old man Wang's speech struck his heart like a sledgehammer, pounding repeatedly.
He knew his mission, but sometimes...sometimes he truly felt weary. He could have lived a different life, a life of ease and happiness.
At this moment, many people's figures floated through his mind.
The Great Compassion Temple's Master Wu Wang, and countless monks from the temple. When they were alive, they were flesh and blood, men with iron-like resolve; in death, they stand in his heart like monuments.
For their beliefs, none of them complained; each only knew to bury their heads and move forward, toward their goal...forward!
"Take your time and think about it alone."
Everything that had to be said was said. Boss Wang didn't want to sound too harsh; he knew Jiang Xiaobai would soon recover. He knew Jiang Xiaobai could process these negative emotions.
