Black Eight looked at him resentfully, "What’s so good about being an ordinary commoner? You haven’t seen the fate of those ruddy men on the battlefield. If I obediently remained a small commoner, I’m afraid I would no longer be in this world.
My parents spared no effort to send me away from home, and it certainly wasn’t for me to become a ruddy man and die."
"But when your parents sent you out, it wasn’t for you to become bandits and ravage ordinary people either."
Xiao Chan countered following his words.
Black Eight was at a loss for words, "I haven’t ravaged ordinary people."
"Isn’t forcing ordinary people to pay tribute with their food considered ravaging? You’re not tyrants, so what right do you have to demand food from people? If they don’t listen to you, you plunder villages and abduct their daughters—isn’t that ravaging?"
Black Eight had nothing to say.
"People should do something meaningful in life, if not achieve great accomplishments, at least live up to parental expectations. Isn’t that right?"
Although Xiao Chan might not understand all the small principles, her words stupefied Black Eight.
While Black Eight and Xiao Chan were discussing the meaning of life, Ah Dao was also listening quietly by the side.
Sometimes he liked to listen to the kid sermonize to others; in their conversation, he could always see a different world.
After all, in Ah Dao’s world, there were only five words: The Death Warrior of the young master.
His life’s mission was to protect the young master and, if necessary, to lay down his own life for him.
However, the young master did not feel the same, especially after jumping off the cliff the young master had a drastic change of heart, refusing him more obviously the intention to be his death warrior—even entrusting him with the Li Family’s heirloom, the Mysterious Dipper.
The ostensible reason being to let the Mysterious Dipper realize its greatest potential.
Moreover, the young master didn’t hesitate to deplete his own energy to help him break through the bottleneck in his martial arts, enabling him to rapidly grasp the secrets of the "Wind Riding Technique."
Not only that, Xiao Chan, Smiling Face, Old Monk, and even Rabbit had also stepped into the door of the Wind Technique.
Their current strength could be compared with the good hands in the martial arts world; even the first qinggong may not be as swift as them.
All these were the contributions of the young master.
He felt somewhat out of place with the change in the young master’s status and attitude—he believed that there must be boundaries between master and servant, without which death warriors might become disloyal.
However, during the time he was separated from the young master, Ah Dao also contemplated his own life.
Beyond being a death warrior, perhaps he should, as the young master suggested, attempt more.
It is only through experiencing more that one can comprehend more, and with greater understanding comes greater martial arts achievements. So although he didn’t speak of it, he was always willing to be the silent listener, hearing various voices.
As Ah Dao pondered life, a simple and clear call came from the alleys of Zhao Family Village.
Just three words, prompting those who were discussing life, contemplating life, or just hanging around, to drop what they were doing and hurry to the kitchen.
This time, Li Wenli made it simple; he reheated some beef sauce, asked Bai Junjun to pick some wild vegetables from the garden to make soup, and that was it.
Surprisingly, although the young lady had the Special Ability related to plants, her knowledge of vegetables was very limited.
Li Wenli could only gift Bai Junjun a book titled "The Vanishing Human Treasures—The Vegetable Scroll."
Bai Junjun treasured it like a priceless gem, happier than if she had eaten meat.
As Li Wenli cooked, the young lady eagerly read the book by his side.
These books, completely different from ancient abstract paintings, contained colored photos, showing both cultivated vegetables like bok choy and radishes, as well as various wild herbs.