"Senior, why are you so bent on dying? Now that the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar has been subdued by me, you can leave this place. The world is vast—can't you roam free wherever you please?"
Ye Lin seemed to have thought of something. With a shift of his mind, he asked.
"The world may be vast, yet there is nowhere for me to belong. She is gone, and with her went my motivation to cultivate. I have thought it through as well. Back then, I cultivated desperately—all because of her."
"She is gone. What meaning is there in my remaining alive?"
Old Garden looked at Ye Lin in confusion. Over ten thousand years, he had come to understand it: ever since he had stepped onto the path of cultivation, that girl had been the driving force behind it all.
He had been very young, and his cultivation had advanced at an astonishing pace. In those days, he had been young and reckless, with his heart set wholly on that girl.
If that girl had been a heartless person, he could have let go and cast her out of his heart. But she was not. On the contrary, she had been a woman of deep affection.
How could he possibly let her go?
Now that she was gone, what meaning did his existence still have?
"Senior, that girl surely did not want you to die. She wanted you to live a better life. If she had not cared for you, she would never have come to cut ties with you in the end."
"Her true intention was for you to live well—to live freely and unrestrained. Yet now you are bent on dying, going against her original wishes. If she knew beneath the Yellow Springs, she would surely be heartbroken beyond measure."