After hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Murong Xing Shuang remained silent.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng continued, "Girl, I know you are a clever person, and one with great insight."
"If you were a cultivator, your accomplishments certainly would not be low."
"But unfortunately, you are ultimately only a mortal."
Upon receiving this answer, Murong Xing Shuang looked up at Chen Changsheng and said, "May I ask, sir, where exactly lies the gap between immortals and mortals?"
"You needn't call me senior. Just call me sir."
"There is not much difference between immortals and mortals. The only difference is the heart."
"Immortals possess a heart that transcends the mundane world, while you possess only a Mortal Heart."
"What is a Mortal Heart?"
"A Mortal Heart means that all you want is to live a peaceful life, supporting your husband and raising your children. You have never considered stepping onto the path of cultivation."
"You asked Bai Zhi to bring you into cultivation only because you wanted to spend a little more time with him."
Facing Chen Changsheng's words, Murong Xing Shuang said lightly, "Sir, you truly are as Husband Bai described. Your greatest means is seeing straight through people's hearts."
"But I would like to ask you one thing, sir. Is a Mortal Heart truly inferior to that heart which transcends the mundane world?"
"No!"
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "Between one heart and another, there has never been any distinction of high or low."
"But just as you cannot shake Bai Zhi's Buddhist heart, he cannot shake your Mortal Heart either."
"Different hearts can never walk the same road."
"So you are unwilling to give us even a little time?"
Seeing that Murong Xing Shuang was still "stubbornly clinging to her delusion," Chen Changsheng said helplessly.
"Girl, why do you still