Lan Tian said after a long silence, "Mo Junhua, I'm different from you; I am a Cultivator, destined to leave this place sooner or later. The incident last time should have made you feel the difference, right? You're a mortal, and I'm a Cultivator. Your life is merely fleeting decades, while I will possess an endless life. You are just a scene in my journey. A mere retreat, and the world changes dramatically."
"What about grandma and the others? Uncle and aunt, are they also as fleeting as the changing landscape?"
Lan Tian grimaced. How could they be the same? They're his kin, tied by blood, with bonds strong as if bone is broken but tendons remain connected.
"Girl, I don't ask you to like me now. I just want you to give me a chance. You're right, I'm a mortal; my life is but a few short decades. Let me spend these decades with you. I won't hinder your Cultivation. Decades later when I'm gone, you can still cultivate freely and at ease, as if merely emerging from a retreat."
