Deep in Wang Xuan's eyes lay a wintry chill. First it had been his elder sister, and then he had heard that his nephew's skull had been split open, possibly leaving him crippled. How could he remain unmoved?
Though he was a supernatural practitioner, such feelings were only human nature. If one heard that one's relatives had suffered every kind of torment and felt not even a ripple within, no change in one's inner emotions, then what difference was there between that person and grass, wood, or stone?
Wang Xuan felt that he was a person of flesh and blood. If one day, as the Mysterious Mobile Phone had said, people lost their hearts and became cold machines, that would be somewhat tragic.
If there were not even ripples in one's heart, how could one possibly feel sympathy or compassion? Everything seen before one's eyes, all outward things, might become nothing more than cold images that had nothing to do with oneself.
If one lost the emotions a normal living being ought to possess—becoming indifferent, heartless, with a heart of iron and stone—then from that point on, one would merely be a standardized machine, no longer a person.
He turned and left, taking Mechanical Xiao with him as he wandered about, further familiarizing himself with this stone forest and observing those divine steles and statues of ancient sages.
The stone forest was immense, with no end in sight. A stone statue stood every so often, each one lifelike and flowing with a gentle Dao charm.
"Profoundly mysterious techniques, accompanied by Dao charm. When they cast spells, the arrangement of supernatural particles approaches perfection. If someone can break the Dao charm of that Anomalous Being who reigns through techniques and narrowly win, they can obtain his handwritten notes."
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