As the saying goes, one should strive to emulate the virtuous. This was exactly how she felt at this moment.
As Song Ciwan listened to Aunt Wen speak, she collected some of her human desires, but this was not her true gain.
In fact, for the Song Ciwan of this moment, these insignificant gains were hardly worth mentioning at all.
The Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting circulated silently within her body. Song Ciwan felt that this Cultivation Technique had never been as perfectly harmonious as it was at this moment.
Within her body, her meridians, and even the depths of her soul, it felt as if countless hidden wounds were being healed.
Before this, Song Ciwan had never thought she had any hidden wounds. Or rather, she had never realized that some of her old injuries still lingered within her, unhealed.
But in reality, those wounds were very much there.
