Hence, there is a need for mutual exchange and confirmation, only then can our vision be broadened step by step, and our understanding be improved gradually.
Mo Hua learned a lot from Xie Ling, and now Xie Ling has specially prepared some Jade Slips and books for him, making Mo Hua even more grateful.
"If someone bullies you in Taixu Gate in the future, feel free to come and find me..."
Mo Hua promised assuredly.
In other places, he couldn't make such bold claims.
But within the confines of Taixu Gate, he still holds some influence.
Xie Ling couldn't help but laugh, but also felt grateful, "Thank you, Junior Brother."
Mo Hua put away the Jade Slip, intending to read it later when he had time, then he and Xie Ling traveled the same path, returning to the Disciple's Residence together.
On the way, they chatted for a while, and the topic turned to the Sword Discussion Conference a few months later; Xie Ling's words were full of envy.
Mo Hua was a bit curious, "Aren't you participating?"
Xie Ling nodded.
"Why not?" Mo Hua asked.
Xie Ling replied, "I have self-awareness. The family heritage I learned from childhood is about feng shui and tombs, not good at confronting people directly."
"With my upper and lower grade Spiritual Root talent, I might rank high in the Xie family of Gen State. But here in the Qianxue State Boundary, I can only be at the bottom of the list."
"My Spiritual Root is only average," Mo Hua said.
Xie Ling laughed softly, "Junior Brother, you're different. Though your Spiritual Root isn't great, you're very skilled in Formations. As for me..."
Xie Ling sighed, "I'm inferior in every way; going there would just make me cannon fodder and bring disgrace to our Sect."
Mo Hua looked at Xie Ling, and after a slight pause, he asked:
"Do you want to attend the conference?"
Xie Ling was silent.
After a moment, he sighed calmly:
"Junior Brother, in this world, some people are destined to be mere spectators."
As spectators, they can only stand aside and watch the "main characters" shine brightly on stage.
All they can do is cheer.
When Xie Ling said these words, his expression was very calm.
This was a reality he had understood since arriving at the Qianxue State Boundary, and he had gradually begun to accept this cold truth.
On the Sword Discussion stage, there is infinite glory.
But most people can only sit below the stage as spectators.
And for most of their lives, they can only be such anonymous viewers among the masses.
Like him.
Xie Ling had a saddened expression.
Mo Hua was stunned, momentarily unsure of how to console him.
He could say comforting words, but such hollow "platitudes" would be meaningless.
When they reached the Disciple's Residence, they parted ways.
Xie Ling's mindset quickly recovered.
It was only a little bit of envy, a bit of disappointment, a bit of frustration, a bit of reluctance, and a bit of helplessness.
As one of these plain "bottom-tier" disciples, he had long grown accustomed to such feelings.
"Junior Brother, do your best in the Sword Discussion!" Xie Ling sincerely said to Mo Hua.
Mo Hua nodded with a complex expression.
But in his heart, he felt rather uncomfortable.
All the way back to the Disciple's Residence, Mo Hua felt a bit bitter inside.
In this world, everyone wants to be the main character.
No one wishes to remain unknown.
But for disciples like Xie Ling, who can't even form a team, he essentially doesn't know how to compete with others.
They all belong to noble families.
But in the Qianxue State Boundary, they are undoubtedly "bottom-tier" disciples.
And since they are "bottom-tier," there must be many more such disciples...
Mo Hua was silent in contemplation.
He sat at his desk, staring at the tactical diagram he drew, lost in thought; who knows how long passed before a flash of insight struck.
Mo Hua suddenly started.