The Strange Book

Chen Luo looked at Hong Ying. The little girl's eyes were bright and black, filled with confusion toward "immortals." She remembered what had happened when she was three, remembered how she and her mother had fled all the way here, and remembered how her father, grandpa, and grandma had fallen by the roadside.

Because she remembered, she could not understand.

"How do you know the immortals did nothing? Perhaps they have been watching over things all along."

Chen Luo suddenly recalled an experience from long ago, during his Inner Demon Tribulation. In a life where desires ran wild, even he could not let go of himself. How could immortals save him?

"Even immortals can't do anything about bad people?"

"Demons lie within the heart. One can only save oneself."

Hong Ying nodded, half understanding and half confused.

"When I become an immortal, I'll kill every bad person!"

Wang Xiaohu shouted unhappily. He felt that if he were an immortal, he would surely slaughter all the bad people under heaven. Then there would be no bad people in the world, no more disputes, and he and his mother would not have to wander from place to place.

Chen Luo smiled and nodded, giving Wang Xiaohu his approval.

There had never been right or wrong in this world.

If Wang Xiaohu truly reached the summit one day and became the strongest in the world, then he could indeed define good and evil according to his own values.

The setting sun slanted westward.

Dusky yellow sunlight shone upon the bookstore's door panels.

Chen Luo led the two children to the entrance, preparing to close up as usual. But he did not expect a guest to arrive. It was a young man in a sky-blue long robe. He carried himself with great presence and