Another ordinary dusk. The sky and the upside-down phantom of the Primordial Land overhead darkened inch by inch. The immortal palaces in the distance could only be seen in outline, their tiled eaves and sharp edges blurred, while the immortal mountains became blue-black silhouettes.
The gentle starlight from the canopy of the Celestial Phenomenon illuminated the mountaintop.
With a wave of her hand, Bai Yujun placed a stone table and stone stools beneath the tree, inviting Feng Ying to sit and have tea while they talked.
"Now that you've left home again to venture out, have you ever regretted it?"
Feng Ying thought seriously upon hearing that.
"I've never regretted it. Only when I'm busy doing things do I feel like I'm truly alive, like it's real. When this student had just returned to my hometown, life at home felt comfortable. Every day, I fished, grew vegetables, raised chickens, ducks, and geese, watched the sunrise and sunset, watched the wind blow and rain fall."
Bai Yujun listened with a smile. She did not use Gaze into the Future to know things in advance. Simple conversation and shared feelings were quite nice.
Feng Ying continued.
"But as time passed, I gradually began to feel lost. I wouldn't grow old or die, and I kept repeating the life of a mortal. I could barely tell whether I was living in reality or in a dream. I once met several cultivators. They all said that secluded cultivation could make one forget time, but this student did not wish to spend my remaining years sitting in withered meditation. I grew accustomed to being busy as a child. Whenever I have nothing to do, I always feel uneasy."
"Although coming out here is exhausting, with constant fighting and endless trivial matters, it feels like my