Ten Thousand Fathoms of Mortal Dust Forge a Mortal Heart; Ye Fan Reaches the Ancient Road

What was his original purpose? An Wenwen was not the only one who wondered. Ever since Jiang Yun had set foot on the path of cultivation, he had pondered it too.

Apart from cultivating, he liked to walk through bustling streets every so often, savoring good food, listening to the news, and observing all the varied lives around him.

When someone reported to him privately, he would usually take them to a restaurant to eat, drink, and talk.

That way, he could discuss business while experiencing a different state of mind. That was why he had brought An Wenwen here to eat today.

He firmly believed that focusing solely on cultivation and the pursuit of the Dao, constantly striving to improve himself, would instead make him lose his way, strip away his humanity, and rob cultivation of its meaning.

Jiang Yun did not want to develop the mindset that treated ordinary people and the weak as ants.

Among ordinary people, it was often said that the Immortal Dao was heartless. Immortals and powerful cultivators alike were frequently depicted as cold machines without feelings, knowing nothing but the pursuit of immortality and the Dao.

That was both right and wrong. To Jiang Yun, the root of it all came down to two words: empathy!

Two friends, or a married couple, might be deeply attached when both were ordinary people. They supported each other, confided in each other, and never ran out of things to say.

Each felt understood by the other and comfortable in their company. They could empathize with each other, and their relationship was bound to be good.

But replace one of those people with a cultivator and leave the other an ordinary person, and things changed, especially if the cultivator was powerful.

Years later, even if they were