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Chapter 800: Chapter 94: Reality and Illusion Dream

A Zen master once said that the method to eternal happiness is to never argue with foolish people.

Intelligent people are roughly similar, but fools are indeed diverse in their foolishness. However, there is one situation where even the wisest appear exceedingly foolish, and that is during moments of anger—the angrier one gets, the more foolish they become.

Although Tang Luo did not know why the Grandmaster before him suddenly became so emotional, he had no familial or personal ties with the man and saw no reason to engage in an argument over principles with a Grandmaster.

Regardless of winning or losing the argument, there were no benefits. If you won, the only one to profit was him, and yet he would not think well of you. If you lost, that was even more common, because fools are very good at dragging your understanding down to their level, then using their rich experience to defeat you.

Life is too short. Why bother with such pointless disputes, insistent on advising a Grandmaster? Tang Luo felt he was truly acting the fool.

humbly said, “For a junior with shallow cultivation to speak rashly of profound abilities was indeed wrong. The elder surely has an ample grasp of them. Please consider my earlier words as nothing more than the ignorant jest of a youth,

cotton; Chen Menglu felt decades of pent-up frustration rise to his throat. He could never have imagined that the young man before

path with such astonishing talent, shouldn’t he be defending his own judgments? This made Chen Menglu feel an inexplicable sense of humiliation. After all, it was he who was the Grandmaster, the one who had delved deepest into the study of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals. Yet this young man, in just a

Luo casually tossed aside was not just a collection of pages, but the very embodiment of Chen Menglu’s hundred years of dedication to researching the Four Imperial Spirit Seals

Menglu walked over, bent down, and carefully picked up the paper booklet with both hands, then gently wiped away the dust on its surface before

booklet, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand-pound coffin, held in the hands of the last descendant of the Four Imperial Spirit Realms,

path left for the

back turned to Tang Luo, asked faintly, his trembling silhouette resembling the sobs of

your talent is

“Tell the truth!”

the paper booklet tightly in his hand. The refined middle-aged man now had eyes filled with a wild, man-eating fury. The Spiritual Energy of the world seemed to sense the emotion of the ruler of this illusion, churning violently, transforming into an intense void storm that swept outwards from