Qing'er did not understand Jing Jiu's words. She thought them over seriously, still failed to understand, and gave up. "Are you really not worried about Qin and Zhao? Bai Qianjun and that damned eunuch are truly terrifying, not to mention that Little Zao is still in the illusion."
"Other people's affairs have nothing to do with me," Jing Jiu said.
Remembering the scene on this very couch more than ten years earlier, Qing'er sighed. "She really does like you. I thought there would be all sorts of stories between you two. Who could have guessed you would be so heartless?"
"It's all false," Jing Jiu said.
Qing'er's eyes widened. "But you said this world was becoming real."
"To any world, those destined to leave it someday are false," Jing Jiu said.
There was a deeper meaning to these words. Clearly, he was speaking not only of the world inside the Azure Sky Mirror, but also of the Real World outside.
Qing'er watched him for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Then what did you come to this world for?"
"I want the Immortal Register," Jing Jiu said.
Every Dao-Seeker who entered the Azure Sky Mirror's illusion had the same goal: the Longevity Immortal Register.
It was a very vulgar answer, or one might call it simple, and thus utterly pure.
Qing'er looked at him and asked seriously, "Are you sure you can succeed? Without my help?"
"The method I chose is different from theirs, and so is the road," Jing Jiu said. "Only at the end will we know who was right."
When people looked back on the past and tried to put their memories in order, they often chose important events as markers of time. Sadly, those events were generally not happy occasions but deaths: an elder