The cooling tea reflected a beautiful immortal vista. They had sat chatting and idly talking without drinking much tea. The windless night was still, and the clouds and mist seemed frozen in place.
Bai Yujun did not give treasures to her only student. Divine weapons and immortal armor were already enough; any more would become a burden and drag her down.
Slender fingers crushed a nut as she listened to Feng Ying speak of what weighed on her heart.
"Teacher, I want to see Grandpa once more, and see Father and Mother. Have they completely forgotten me? Can I truly never return to the past...?"
Her voice grew quieter and quieter, her mood sinking into sorrow.
She stopped crushing the nut.
She was very satisfied with Feng Ying. No matter how far she went or how long it took, she would not abandon familial affection. She had not forgotten that she was human, that she had memories and longing. If she had been the sort to sever ties with close kin with whom she shared deep feelings, Bai Yujun would not have spared her even a second glance. A person had to have a bottom line.
"That's right. What has passed is gone. You can never return to it, and it will only drift farther and farther away, because time does not stop."
Feng Ying had held onto a faint hope, but hearing the answer she had already known made her heart ache. She desperately held back her tears.
Bai Yujun spoke frankly.
"The human realm's legends of a place where the dead enjoy laughter, joy, and blessings do not exist. Energy is conserved. If such a place truly existed, it would certainly greedily plunder and draw from somewhere else to sustain itself."
She continued consoling her sorrowful student, lest