The old man looked at Wenren Sheng.
He was not surprised that the other man knew he had come from the Tang Dynasty.
Because during these visits, he had seen Tang Dynasty poems, calligraphy, and paintings in his home.
Of course, some of his own words had also given it away.
But did this young man want immortality? Did he want to capture him and study him?
Then he was going to be sorely disappointed.
Was his vision really this narrow? The old man said, "What of the Tang Dynasty? What of the Song Dynasty?"
"Heh, I was just curious. Haven't you lived too long, old man? Haven't you grown tired of it?" Wenren Sheng asked.
Oh, he wanted to build rapport, then ask how he had attained immortality?
Heh. Over the long years, he had exposed himself more than once.
He had also been betrayed more than once.
There had once been a friend of many years, a man of fine character. But the moment he heard of immortality, he changed. He imprisoned him and made him perform for his amusement.
Ridiculous. Back then, he had actually gotten angry.
Fortunately, that man's ambitions had remained nothing but a fantasy.
Only, before that man died of old age, he had gone to visit him at his home.
He had sung wildly beside his sickbed.
It had truly been delightful.
So the old man said blandly, "Immortality is naturally wonderful."
"Immortality alone is even more wonderful."
"Watching others grow old and die one after another, lonely and helpless—it feels truly marvelous."
"Every comparison brings twice the joy. Compare enough times, and that joy multiplies endlessly."
"The world dies, yet I do not. The world changes, yet I remain unchanged."
"Even Qin Shi Huang, exalted as the First Emperor, desperately sought the