Wang Jixuan felt a bit sentimental and sighed, "Hall Master, this is not your fault."
"Just a story I made up, and you actually believed it, hahaha."
Yin Lin's laughter sounded a bit forced.
Wang Jixuan gently nodded, playing with the teacup in his hands, and softly said, "Actually, I sometimes feel lost too. For the sake of becoming immortal, I've almost given up everything, even letting down many people, leaving those I shouldn't have left... but in the end, the world I yearned for wasn't a place of eternal joy, nor the end of cultivation, just another beginning."
"It's up to your own choices."
Yin Lin summoned some tea and poured it for Wang Jixuan:
"Living beings are always like this. What they desire but cannot obtain is the most tormenting, while things that are easily within reach tend to be neglected.
"Your path is still long, Wang Zheng, I can see a certain Qi in you."
"Qi?"
