"A human's life is essentially a journey of cultivation."
"Huh?"
"Amid countless unexpected events, to still grow into a person is the true essence of cultivation."
"I don't understand, Master."
"Wang Lin, if one day someone tells you that the purpose of your cultivation is to abandon your identity as a human, would cultivation still hold any meaning for you?"
"Master...."
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road.
Wang Lin looked at his master, who appeared ethereal and otherworldly, clenched his lips and fists before speaking, "Master, shouldn't our goal in cultivation be to gain the power to change the things we don't want to face? As for what we might become, whether we remain human, I am too naïve to have considered these."
Chen Zhixing heard this, watched him for a while, then smiled gently.
Patting Wang Lin on the shoulder, Chen Zhixing said leisurely:
