"Grandpa... grandpa... is there really such a thing as immortals in this world?"
A little boy with a soft voice looked up at the elder Ye Qiu beside him and asked, his face full of innocence.
This was a fishing boat, and fishing season was over. If not for his grandson, the elder would never have taken the boat out to sea.
Hearing his grandson's question, the elder smiled: "Of course not, the so-called immortals are actually figments of imagination. You're still young. When you go to school and learn, you'll know that immortals are just legends, fictional."
The little boy made an "oh" sound and his eyes shifted: "But grandpa, every time before you go fishing, you offer rituals."
"Hehe, silly child, that's to pray for good luck, just a way to comfort myself," the elder chuckled.
"Oh, I see..." The little boy looked thoughtful.
