The sea was calm, the sky still somewhat overcast. In the distance, a few seagulls occasionally flew low over the water. Song Mingyue stood on deck with Ling Xiao, looking at Tiger, who was sitting nervously against the ship's railing. Song Mingyue chuckled softly and said, "Brother Ling, have you only just left and you're already missing her? The arms of a beautiful woman are the tomb of a hero! A man like you, Brother Ling, shouldn't be tied down by a pretty face."
Ling Xiao smiled and said, "Then what ideals do you have, Brother Song?"
"Ideals?" Song Mingyue was slightly taken aback, then said, "To pursue the ultimate peak of the Martial Dao, of course. Everyone says that at the peak of the Martial Dao, one can achieve immortality! We common folk are merely seeking a long life, that's all."
Ling Xiao asked again, "Then have you ever heard of anyone achieving immortality, Brother Song?"
