Even though Feng Qingyang had a good temperament, he couldn't help but get red-faced and had a sharp glint in his eye as he asked with a snort, "This old man really wants to know, what does it mean to 'let go,' and what does it mean to 'not let go'?"
Jiang Dali sneered, "The village chief here isn't just all talk and no action, but I'll enlighten you. It seems like you've chosen to withdraw from the world in an unrestrained manner, but it is nothing more than a choice of escapism made in helpless anger after your heart was wounded back then. It is not considered an act of being poised and elegant.
"You have secluded yourself for many years to practice the sword, proclaiming detachment from worldly matters, yet years later, you couldn't suppress your impulse to pass on the Dugu Nine Swords to Ling Hu Chong, and now you even want to plead for Yue Buqun's sake. What kind of detachment from worldly matters is this?
"In Laozi's view, it's all just posturing.
