Li Xiuyuan looked up at the top of the mountain and said quietly: "Because Mr. is here."

He did not tell anything about his master, the old Taoist priest. Those things were too far away for Gao Jianli and were unnecessary.

As long as he could take Gao Jianli to the top of the snow-capped mountains at the last moment and let him see this side of the world, that would be enough.

The old monk looked at the two people on the stone steps and asked the old Taoist priest: "Tell me, for the dying violinist, what is the most important thing in this world?"

The old Taoist priest replied calmly: "The persistence of his inner beliefs, the promise to his dead friends, and the final confession to his close friend."

The old monk nodded in agreement. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but ask: "So, what about your disciple? What is the most important thing to him?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled lightly: "I really haven't thought about this, but I know that boy's temper."

"Come and listen, I would like to hear the truth." The old monk raised his head and asked seriously.

The old Taoist priest waved his hand and said with a strange smile on his face: "If you don't believe it, ask him in person someday. If my guess is correct, it must be those three words."

"Which three words?" the old monk asked again.
Chapter completed!