"Junior Sister, what do you think is the meaning of human existence?"
Zhang Ze asked, sitting by the bedside and looking at the messy room.
At this moment, his mind was clear, his thoughts unimpeded, and over several lifetimes, he had never felt as peaceful as now.
Even the Taoist techniques and secret arts that he couldn't comprehend before had become crystal clear.
Zhang Ze suspected that the yin-yang interchange in dual cultivation was actually incidental, and that this moment of sage's time was the essence.
"I think the meaning of human existence is 'to love wisdom.' Of course, I copied this saying. It was by someone named Pythagoras, a name you might not know, Junior Sister, but Bi mentioned it, or maybe he didn't. In any case, this is the origin, the essence, the absolute metaphysical element of this world."
