Blade Ghost gave Xu Taiping a long, searching look before sighing.
"I... we're all old."
Xu Taiping looked puzzled.
For cultivators, especially one as powerful as Blade Ghost, even a wisp of a remnant soul was enough to return to life. How could age enter into it?
Utterly baffled, he asked Blade Ghost:
"Senior, why do you say that?"
Blade Ghost picked up another piece of Bamboo Spirit Mouse meat and put it in his mouth before giving an answer that did not address the question.
"What you comprehended while watching the sea a few days ago was truly remarkable. But compared to your words about how driftwood could sever the Vast Sea..."
"What I liked even more..."
"Was the look in your eyes at that moment."
At this point, Blade Ghost poured himself a cup and drank it, then let out a long breath before continuing.
"When I was young, I once had that same look in my eyes."
"Now, worn away by time, it's gone."
This time, Xu Taiping said nothing and simply listened quietly.
He could sense that Senior Blade Ghost needed someone to listen quietly like this.
Blade Ghost set down his chopsticks and tilted his head to gaze at the sky, as though recalling something. Only after a long while did he continue, without changing his posture.
"In this life, I devoted almost all my years to cultivation, to finding the Immortal Domain I saw within the Origin of the Great Dao."
"I always thought that as long as the blade in my hand was sharp enough, however difficult the road ahead, I could cleave it open with a single stroke."
"Later, as I kept cleaving my way onward, I suddenly realized that my blade was indeed growing sharper and sharper."
"But gradually, my eyes