After a moment.
As the two elders had walked far away.
Chen Jichuan turned to Pei Ze and sighed, "These years, I've caused you to suffer, Senior Brother."
"Before yesterday, I had never resented you, Junior Brother."
Pei Ze smiled at Chen Jichuan.
Looking back on these years, he only now realized how naïve his thoughts and actions were back then.
The vastness of the sea.
The immensity of the human world.
Even if he had not encountered storms, what were the odds of finding Chen Jichuan?
During quiet nights, he occasionally wondered what life would've been like if he had not set sail in youthful exuberance.
Thinking about it.
Regret was inevitable, of course.
Especially upon witnessing his father bedridden, his mother blind, seeing peers and juniors within the sect surpass him one by one, hearing tales of his once-fiancée now living a blissful and fulfilled life—how could regret not exist?
This was human nature.
