"The Ancestor thinks the phrase 'Fortune Like the East Sea' is more suitable for wishing Xiao Bei a happy birthday. After all, the more fortune, the better. But 'Longevity Like the South Mountain,' isn't as desirable…"
Zuzi lazily spoke up.
Gu Pinting looked at the phrase 'Longevity Like the South Mountain' she had given, feeling as if a knife had been stabbed into her heart: "Why is it not desirable? Squeak—"
It was hard for her to bite her tongue and swallow back the rest of the squeaks.
Mr. Gu was also curious: "Zuzi, go on."
Zuzi blinked her beautiful eyes, her voice filled with melancholy: "What good is living as long as a mountain, when in the end you're the only one left in the world, with all your knowledge of time's vast changes, but no one to share drinks and songs with. Would you want to live that way?"
The third eldest, Gu Pingzhi, blurted out: "I would! Doesn't that mean you've become an invincible ancestor? How awesome!"
