Worship—Princess, Whose Grace Blesses All Living Beings. A small town very close to the Wuya Sect.
It was roughly located to the upper right of the Wuya Sect.
The Wuya Sect was situated amid a vast mountain range, with many small towns connected to it from every direction. In the four main directions—east, south, west, and north—there stood four enormous cities, super-large cities that were rare even throughout the entire Cultivation World.
Cultivators streamed endlessly through the cities, and one could often spot renowned powerhouses.
After passing through another large city, I casually asked, "Senior Sister, the scenery here is quite beautiful. Petals fall in every season—it would be a fine place to live in retirement."
"Flower City. Of course it has flowers all year round." Ye Qingxian smiled and teased me, while silently committing that detail to memory. "How old are you now? You're not even a hundred, yet you're already thinking about retirement?"
"How are all those people who are thousands, tens of thousands, even millions of years old supposed to live? They still want to struggle on for another thousand or eight hundred years. They don't think they're old at all."
I curled my lip and retorted, "Other people are other people. What does that have to do with me?"
"Can they be the same as me?"
"I'm not some ancient monster of the Cultivation World, living for outrageously long ages."
"I haven't even lived that many years yet. A hundred years feels incredibly long to me."
"I've even thought about it before—looking at it through my current eyes, if I really reached a hundred years old someday, after such a long stretch of time, my state of mind would surely become like those old fossils', sluggish and twilight-dim... Once your mentality grows old, your vigor and