"How have I realized that lately, I've been growing more and more indifferent?"
Ye Lin muttered to himself. He had noticed that from the very instant he became the Sect Master of Nameless Mountain, he had grown increasingly cold and detached, as though there were scarcely anything in this world capable of stirring his interest.
If this continued, he would eventually become someone utterly devoid of emotion—a machine that knew only cultivation.
He did not want to become that kind of person.
At this moment, Ye Lin had reached a dead end. He had encountered a problem that every cultivator would face.
This was also why most cultivators sought a Dao companion, founded a sect, bore children, or accepted disciples.
These seemingly thankless and laborious matters actually held profound meaning. They did them so that, deep within their hearts, they would have people they truly cared about.
Others chose to seal their cultivation and wander through the mortal world, experiencing the warmth and bustle of human life so as to preserve their humanity.
So that their humanity would not be extinguished.
From the very moment they stepped onto the path of cultivation, they carried with them the conviction to grow stronger.
But what came after becoming strong?
From beginning to end, their true goal had never been to become machines that knew only cultivation.
Without the seven emotions and six desires, could one still be called human?
"Phew."
Ye Lin slowly raised his head and looked toward the sky. What was the meaning of his cultivation? It was to grow stronger, to control his own Destiny, and to keep others from bullying him at will.
At that moment, he recalled his days in the Azure Cloud Sect. Back then, he had possessed no strength; every stray cat and dog wanted