"Cultivators live long lives, progressing slowly; mortals have short lives, seizing every moment."
Zhengxin carefully mulled over this statement, while Song Lin seemed to gain some insight.
Mei Hua, on the other hand, looked at the mortal beside her in astonishment.
Who would have thought that a seventy-something old man could come up with such profound words? It seems that there is no shortage of remarkable individuals even among mortals.
"The Master's words are truly wise."
Song Lin suddenly came to a realization. Perhaps he had lived too long and detached himself from the way mortals think.
For people like them, with lifespans spanning centuries, ten or twenty years pass in the blink of an eye, but for mortals, a single youth fades too quickly.
Some matters simply cannot be delayed.
"The Donghua Alliance will not forget the Master's kindness. Whatever you need, feel free to ask—even if it's longevity, I will do my utmost to achieve it."
