People all say immortals are great.
But in this world, where is there truly carefree and unrestrained, clean and detached? It's nothing more than the dirty, hard, and offensive tasks, all done by someone else for you.
In this forsaken place in the mountains, with snakes, insects, rats, and ants, where only bear-dug caves can serve as shelter, you'd have to search high and low just to find a sip of clean spring water.
No ordinary mortals have collected enough sand, stones, copper, and iron to build your palace and temples, and no deacon child squats in the incense furnace to refine elixirs and concoct medicine for you.
No Flying Star from the outer mountain comes through wind and rain to kill and behead for you, making everyone kneel at your door, begging for mercy.
No carts of gold, silver, jewels, money, and provisions are offered at your mountain gate for you to use.
