Xu Zhi's gaze drifted around, but he could find no way out.
"This mortal..." Zhi Ji flushed with shame and anger. This person was truly a blockhead. He had been pursuing her all along before, yet now he no longer had the courage? But she was not angry. Before her stood an unimaginably pure and holy saint of the present age, free of selfish desires, enlightening all living beings. These were the words and deeds of a true saint.
That was precisely why she had always admired him before.
One had to know, for an immortal like her to descend into the mortal world and be willing to become Dao companions with a mortal was an unimaginably rare opportunity.
It would have been completely impossible before.
Over the long years, it was not as though she had never been moved. She had been moved many, many times. Who knew how many gifted heroes she had met who, like the person before her, stirred her heart somewhat.
Yet every time she emerged into the world, she knew that immortals and mortals were different. The other party would inevitably grow old and die, while her return to the Eternal Life Realm would only bring added pain. Now, perhaps she would not live to see the next era, so she had so easily been moved. This young man's manner of speaking and learning had also untied the knot in her heart. Indeed, she had been moved—and a little was enough.
Since she might not live to see the future, she might as well live this life in a blaze of glory. She was somewhat giving up on herself.
"Senior, since you are not the universe itself, you must be an unimaginably powerful Multidimensional Saint. There may be some difference in our lifespans—a generation