"What do you mean?" An Ran was slightly startled, the smile on her face subdued a little.
"Let me put it this way," Master Xiao Yue pondered over his words, his gaze looking towards the ethereal clouds outside the hall, "Immortals are like the birds soaring in the sky, free and unfettered, overlooking all beings; while mortals, even the most outstanding ones, are like the radiant flowers on the ground, beautiful but rooted in the soil. Birds may stop for a time, lingering for the uniqueness of a certain flower, or even circle around it... Yet, birds ultimately belong to the vast skies, possessing the strength to spread their wings for thousands of miles and traverse mountains and rivers. How can you be sure he won't be attracted by other sceneries, other 'flowers,' on his journey to higher and farther destinations?"
