“Even though he was hounded by misfortune, never once did Scholar He think of killing himself.”

“Think about it. He had abnormally strong determination,” Xie Lian continued somberly. “He was ground down by so much unfairness, so much injustice. A typical person would've given up or ended everything. Yet he always fought back; he never yielded. Perhaps, once the Reverend of Empty Words clung to him, it didn't bite down on sweet fruit but rather an iron plate. In the end, it broke its teeth and lost thoroughly.”

Shi Qingxuan shook his head as he listened. He sighed in earnest. “...I really am nothing compared to that man.”