On the mountaintop, the Beichen Sword Immortal glanced up at Song Ciwan. "Unattached and alone? Are you a Loose Cultivator?"
Song Ciwan answered candidly, "As you can see, Senior, I can indeed be considered a Loose Cultivator at present."
The Beichen Sword Immortal smacked his lips and stroked his chin. "Incredible. 'He who has no desires is strong.' So you have to be a Loose Cultivator to achieve that? It makes so much sense. How did I never think of that before?"
As he spoke, he suddenly sat up straight, his burning gaze fixed on Song Ciwan. "Young friend, this world is a cage. To be without attachments, and therefore without desire and strong? I find that hard to believe!"
Song Ciwan refilled the Beichen Sword Immortal's cup before raising her own for a small sip.
She paused as if in thought, then smiled. "You've already made up your mind, Immortal Venerable, so let's leave it at that. In any case, it's not something I can prove."
