Chen Tu had spent his entire life crossing one hurdle after another. In the past, to join the Mohists, he had…
Chen Tu had spent his entire life crossing one hurdle after another.
In the past, to join the Mohists, he had endured countless nights studying until his oil lamp burned dry. After entering the sect, he buried himself in the study of mechanics day and night. Later, when he decided to return home, the hurdles he had already crossed became entirely new challenges.
But he had crossed them all in the end. All those past hardships had faded away like smoke, leaving behind only his worn Mohist disciple's robe as a quiet testament to his journey.
At first, Chen Tu had planned to simply take the robe with him to the grave.
But on second thought, he remembered his apprentice, that quiet, silly lad.
Aside from this robe, he really had nothing else of value to leave behind for the boy.
So, Chen Tu folded the robe carefully and set it aside.
That kid hadn't even been to Mohist City yet. Since this robe was a relic of the city, it could serve as a keepsake.
And if the boy decided he didn't want to go in the future, that was fine too.
Everyone has their own hurdles to cross in life. Chen Tu was merely a guide for one short stretch of the boy's journey.
Keep moving forward, kid!
Perhaps one day, that silly lad would cross his own hurdles and see even more beautiful sights.
Chen Tu only hoped that when that time came, this tattered disciple's robe could keep the boy company in his stead.