"After we parted in Ling Yuan, you've aged a lot. We're old acquaintances, after all. Is there anything you want?" Lu Yin asked. Lin Jie's thoughts were complicated. He kept wondering what he wanted. Once, he'd wanted to climb higher, leading the Linlu Mountain Family over one peak after another until it became the strongest family. But now, what could he possibly want? Everything he'd experienced over the years had worn him out,
he was truly exhausted. It had only been a few hundred years, yet he'd experienced more life-and-death struggles than in the first half of his life combined. The torment of illness and injury had made him wish he were dead. Countless times, he'd wanted to end it all. Only then had he understood what he wanted: nothing more than a healthy body, simple meals, watching the sun rise and set each day, and being with his
daughter. That would be the greatest happiness.
He'd led the Linlu Mountain Family from the ranks of ordinary cultivators to the heights it had reached, pouring so much Heart Blood into it. Yet it had all been destroyed in an instant. What was it that people spent their lives pursuing?
Behind him, Lin Jie's daughter knelt again. "I beg you, Lord Lu, please cure my father and free him from his suffering."
Lin Jie's body trembled. He looked at Lu Yin, longing in his eyes.
Lu Yin met his gaze. "That's all?"
Lin Jie looked into Lu Yin's eyes as the events of his life passed through his mind like flowing water. Even a behemoth like Spring and Autumn Jian had been destroyed with ease. Was there any difference between living for ten thousand years and living for one? A thousand years of suffering couldn't outweigh a single year of happiness.