"It does hurt a little."
"When I was little, you had me read those books. I remember a story called Forging the Sword. That fellow's head fell into a pot in the end, and he bit his enemy to death. I said the book was nonsense. How could anyone live with just a head? You told me all you needed was to keep your head. Hey! Had you already started lying to me back then?"
"Yes."
"So that's how it was... Now you're just like me, with nothing left but a head. Hahahaha."
"I'm sorry."
Hearing his father's apology, Shen Yunmai fell silent for a while, then said quietly, "...It's all right. You'll get used to it after a while. Look at me. Haven't I made it through all these years?"
A faint smile appeared on Shen Green Mountain's face. "I have no time left."
Shen Yunmai said expressionlessly, "Why did I get so friendly with Jing Jiu? Wasn't it so I could call on him at a time like this? I knew long ago you couldn't beat him. Even I'm no match for him. What could you do?"
Shen Green Mountain said, "I'm old. It's time I died."
Shen Yunmai sneered. "Do you want me to bite you to death? That's too disgusting."
At some point, Zhuo Rusui had also come to the pool and knelt on the sand.
He had read that story too, and knew Shen Yunmai was referring to its plot.
"That author also said something else: once human, you long to become an immortal; born on the ground, you want to ascend to heaven... Whether he was mocking that or not, thinking about it really does matter."
Shen Green Mountain looked at Zhuo Rusui and said, "Your problem, on the contrary, is thinking