Chaos Dao Embryo, Primordial Double Pupils, Yun Clan Eldest Young Master, Immortal King Realm, Azure Cloud Leader, Immortal Court Envoy.
Since arriving in this world, Yun Qing had climbed too high, too fast.
"Let me."
Just then, Xia Wujie chuckled beside him. With a casual flick of his fingers, a few worn, rust-colored copper coins landed squarely on the stall's wooden counter with a crisp clink.
He turned toward Yun Qing, whose expression had shifted slightly, and laughed heartily to ease the moment. "No need for melancholy, fellow Daoist. Once cultivators set foot on the Immortal Path and condense their Dao Foundation, they rarely venture into the Mortal World’s streets and markets. Our cultivation relies on spirit stones and spiritual energy. Mortal currency has long been useless to us, so it's perfectly normal not to carry any."
For all its rough simplicity, his explanation was thoughtful and tactful.
Yun Qing nodded slightly. The wistfulness in his eyes eased a little, yet inwardly, he sighed once more over the diverging paths of immortals and mortals.
A thought suddenly struck him: if, when he transmigrated all those years ago, he had landed not in a cultivation clan like the Yun Clan but in an ordinary household somewhere in Central Province, what would he be like now? Perhaps he would have married and had children in some small town, running a little shop and occasionally taking his children out to buy a few sticks of candied hawthorn.
Then he would have muddled through an unremarkable life, grown old, and died.
There would have been no grand, sweeping adventures, no roaming freely through heaven and earth, but there would still have been quiet warmth.
Perhaps that sort of life would not have been so hard to accept?
The thought flashed through his mind, and