"The cherry blossom trees on this mountain, every single one of them was planted by my own hands, totaling three hundred eighty-nine thousand trees, but even with meticulous care, only one hundred eight thousand remain."
Tu Yingying was as familiar with the cherry blossom trees that blanketed the mountains as she was with her own belongings. She loved this scenery, but no matter how much she loved it, cherry blossom trees would become dead wood within decades to a century.
Wang Xuan admired the scenery and said, "This is the law of nature. Born here, buried here, everything is obtained from the heavens and the earth, and after death, it is also returned to the heavens and the earth.
Life and death have a cycle, and this is irreversible.
Even for us immortals, when the time comes, we too will collapse and die, our spirituality, vitality, and magical power turning into energy particles and returning to the heavens and the earth, back to the embrace of the origin."
