Tomorrow, he could return to the Sect and report on his mission.

Afterward, Jiang Man went to see Song Qing.

He said goodbye and told him not to waste time.

He needed to pull an all-nighter for his Cultivation.

With that, he returned to his Cultivation.

Song Qing also returned to his dormitory, ready to focus on his Cultivation.

He had also learned that the young lady from the Chang Family had been accepted into the Sect.

He had expected her to come and share the good news with him.

But even after waiting for a long time, she never showed up.

He figured she must have other things keeping her busy.

"What are you waiting for?" Uncle Tong asked curiously.

He was quite grateful to Song Qing.

If not for Song Qing, he feared his own life would have been much harder.

Song Qing shook his head. "Nothing."

"I might not be the most tactful person, but I know what you’re thinking," the young guard, who had returned to rest, said. "That little girl is different now. She’s entered the Sect. She and us guards are worlds apart.

"What’s a guard?

"To put it bluntly, we’re just servants.

"That’s a whole different world from being a Sect Disciple.

"You may know a big shot, but you’re not his family.

"You’re stuck here for life.

"You two were from different worlds to begin with."

He regretted his words as soon as he said them.

He had spoken too freely.

’If he decides to retaliate, I’m done for.’

"I was just talking nonsense. Maybe I’m just a jerk and got it all wrong. That’s probably it," the young guard said quickly.

Song Qing froze for a moment, then said, "Don’t talk nonsense. It’s not what you think."

"See? I told you I was wrong," the young guard said immediately.

Uncle Tong patted Song Qing’s shoulder. "Actually, you’re not in a bad position. With your friend’s help, you should have a good life here at the Yunqian Bureau."

"That’s not quite right," Song Qing said, shaking his head.

Jiang Man had just told him what family he’d offended.

The Yunqian Bureau probably wouldn’t dare give him too much special treatment.

They’d be afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.

Knowing someone like that naturally had its benefits.

But the downsides were certainly obvious as well.

But he didn’t care.

His life was already good enough as it was.

Finally, he began his Cultivation, his mind elsewhere.

But as the night deepened, still no one came to see him.

—

Before the sky had brightened, Jiang Man arrived at the entrance of the Yunqian Bureau and began to wait.

He came early so he could use his Giant Swordsmanship.

He finally had the chance.

There had been no need for it before.

He sat on his sword, getting a feel for its giant form.

This would let him know how fast he could go without damaging the Spirit Sword.

Last night, he had examined his Identity Token and discovered that it required an Array.

Since he had never studied them, he didn’t waste time on research. He would wait until he got back and find Old Huang.

But then, early in the morning, he saw Song Qing.

"Here to see me off?" Jiang Man asked.

Song Qing nodded.

He didn’t seem to be in high spirits, though.

Jiang Man said, "Something on your mind?"

Song Qing was surprised. "How can you always tell, Young Master Jiang?"

"Maybe it’s because I’m an Unparalleled Celestial Pride," Jiang Man said.

In truth, anyone with eyes could have seen it.

"It’s not a big deal, really. It’s just... something my roommate said that made me feel weird," Song Qing said, finding it difficult to begin.

Jiang Man wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, he instantly used Sword Control to fly Song Qing over to buy two steamed buns.

One for each of them.

’Meat buns. So extravagant.’

’If I hadn’t become a Golden Core Ancestor, I definitely wouldn’t have splurged like this.’

Only then did Song Qing speak up. "So... should I tell you about it?"

"Go on," Jiang Man said, taking a bite of his meat bun.

’So it takes a meat bun to get a story out of Song Qing. How expensive.’

"Well, yesterday I thought..." Song Qing began, briefly explaining his situation.

He explained that he had expected the young lady from the Chang Family to come and tell him the good news about her getting into the Sect.

But she never came.

He didn’t think much of it.

But others thought that from that moment on, the two of them were worlds apart.

And that he shouldn’t have any unrealistic ideas.

Jiang Man forgot all about his meat bun and asked, "So, do you have these ’unrealistic ideas’?"

Song Qing fell silent for a moment.

Jiang Man was shocked. "Does Old Chang know?"

"It’s not like that," Song Qing said at once. "I don’t have any ideas like that. I just think it’s weird."

"I saw her detailed file. Did you lend her a Spiritual Source?" Jiang Man asked.

Song Qing shook his head.

Jiang Man was a little surprised. ’No?’

"I gave it to her," Song Qing said, taking a breath before quickly explaining, "Old Chang looked after me back when he was a guard, so it’s only right that I help his sister in return.

"It was to repay his kindness."

Jiang Man was silent for a moment. "Next time, save up your money and lend it to me instead," he said. "With interest."

Then, Jiang Man clapped Song Qing on the shoulder. "Eat your bun. Don’t overthink things."

Hearing this, Song Qing froze.

He suddenly understood.

’Jiang Man is trying to tell me that while the meat bun has the perfect color, aroma, and taste, it’s essentially just a bun. I shouldn’t be fooled by its appearance.’

’A bun will eventually be eaten. I shouldn’t be obsessed with possessing it; enjoying it is what’s most wonderful.’

’And in the end, the bun will be gone.’

’Eat the bun, and learn to let go.’

"I understand," Song Qing said immediately.

Jiang Man froze. ’What do you understand?’

’People smitten with a girl really do overthink things. They can find a profound life philosophy in anything.’