"When I decided to take Jiang Wang as my disciple, he was still unknown. That is what you call having an eye for talent!" Ku Jue habitually defended himself with a line, but his tone finally lacked the usual intensity.
Lowering his brows, his voice softened: "If I must speak of my inner struggle… it is nothing other than my love for my disciples."
"Love for your disciples?" Ku Di questioned sharply. "Which disciple do you claim to love? Now you're eager to break ties with the Hanging Monastery at the slightest disagreement. Have you even considered Jing Li? How will he carry on in the Hanging Monastery? That child's heart is pure as Liu Li. He treats you as both master and father, obeying your every word. Have you thought about how heartbroken he'll be?"
