"Senior, is there really someone who can cure a mental illness?" Bi Zhu asked.
It was the end of July. It was the time when Gu Changsheng appeared.
In the past, he could only appear for a day. These days, he could stay longer.
"It's not really an illness. It can be treated," Gu Changsheng said.
"Was there such a person in your era, Senior?"
"I don't know. Who would care about that? People who are ill can't escape their own mental traps."
"Are those who are obsessed ill, then? Like the Saint Bandits or The End of All Things?"
The other party was silent for a moment. "You're quite good at arguing with me. Well, I suppose that's how eighteen-year-old girls are. They're full of ideas."
Bi Zhu changed the topic. "Can the River of Deathly Silence encircle the sect without harming it, Senior?"
"It's difficult," Gu Changsheng said.
Bi Zhu nodded. That meant it was possible but not easy.
Only a few could achieve it.