Wood Domain.
Amid a stretch of emerald mountains.
A group of female spirit farmers was sweating as they tilled spirit plants, casting spells to irrigate them and forming hand seals to accelerate their growth.
"We're almost done with today's tasks."
"This year's harvest is secure. Hopefully nothing unexpected happens."
They farmed while chattering away.
"Mu Qian, you really did manage to climb into that family?"
"How impressive. No wonder you turned down Attendant Mu Hai's advances."
"That fellow Mu Hai claims to be thrifty, but he's actually both poor and miserly. He's honest enough, but he's hardly a good prospect. No wonder you kept stringing him along before with vague answers, only to reject him outright now. So you found someone better after all."
"Exactly. You're one of our flowers, after all—the kind who could marry into a True Immortal family."
"See? I told you, sisters shouldn't settle. You deserve better. After waiting for your peers to die, and the seven or eight young men pursuing you to die, you lived for 117,000 years and waited 117,000 years. You finally found him."
"Sigh, Big Sister finally found a good home. Unlike me—I'm only a little over 13,000 years old, in the prime of my youth. I still look young. If I wait another hundred-odd thousand years, I might not be able to—"
"Sigh, it all depends on fate. If the other party weren't stronger than us, who would marry them? If the two had similar Cultivation Levels, they'd only scheme against each other until everything became a complete mess."
The close sisters chatted on and on.
Their words sounded mocking, but they were merely stating the truth.
Stories and novels were always full of lies: find someone with a similar Cultivation Level, support each other, and ascend to immortality together.