The Taoist didn't know whether he felt sorrow or joy, only that he kept shaking his head repeatedly, a faint smile on his face.
Originally, he had believed his cultivation was insufficient, making ascension impossible, requiring another lifetime to achieve the Dao and attain immortality. Yet upon seeing the ground covered in fallen feathers, he suddenly understood that "he" had already transcended and ascended long ago.
To transcend and ascend immortality meant to thereafter share an eternal lifespan with heaven and earth, and to forever enjoy the indescribable beauty of longevity that mortals could only dream of.
But what did this "he" have to do with the current him?
Sorrow… Joy?
Lament...
After his laughter subsided, the grey-clothed Taoist sighed softly a few times before turning back to the three and said:
"So it turns out that I, too, was one of the three corpses, troubling you all."
