Chang Geng chased after the monk to the outside of the city. It was already deep into the night, the surroundings were quiet, and only the faint sound of the wooden cart patrolling in the city could be heard. He then stopped and called out to the other: "Master, please slow down your footsteps."

Liao Ran came to a stop.

Chang Geng spoke slowly, not a trace of anger in his attitude. He was gentle and courteous, similar to how he used to sit quietly in the meditation room that year while sipping Ku Ding tea.

Only his hand had moved to the hilt of his sword. The blade could be unsheathed at any moment and easily pierce the monk into a meat skewer.

Chang Geng: "I have had the chance to converse with Master a lot these days. I have also had much to gain from these talks. I know that Master's heart goes out to the civilians in this country, you are not one to stay still in a temple, discussing Buddha's teachings only in theory."

"As for my origin, perhaps Master has also heard about it. The Marquis' might is displayed for thousands of miles, a renowned general for this generation. But no matter what position this country has placed upon him, for me, he is still a family member with whom I am mutually dependent on to live."

"I am simply a minor character with no ability. The weapon in my hands is only enough to maintain a peaceful life for myself. I am not capable enough to dwell on the grander scheme of things."

"My heart only contains the Marquis' Manor as big as the palm of my hand and a few people, I still hope that the Master will explain clearly."

Liao Ran: "..."

He did not know how Chang Geng usually talked with Gu Yun, but for outsiders, his speeches had always remained 'few words, deep meanings'. Liao Ran had thought earlier that he already experienced it himself, but he still never expected that in this world, even words filled with murderous intent such as 'Friendship is friendship, if you dare touch Gu Yun, I will pierce you with this sword' — could be conveyed in such a calm manner.

Liao Ran looked down at his shoes. Due to excessive walking and running these few days, they had lost their original color. He tried to test the water: "Your Highness came from the line of nobility, you are kind and benevolent. Your heart should contain the vastness of heaven and earth, there is no need to degrade yourself as such."

Chang Geng remained stable, not at all moved by his words: "Men born in this world, if one could not even keep the small arc of land around them safe, then what use would it be to cast one's sight so far out?"