"Miss, are you going to work at Dawn Tower?"
Like every driver looking for fares, Uncle with Sunglasses struck up a conversation on his own, completely unconcerned with whether his passenger wanted to talk. He still had not changed how he addressed Mo Ling; even though the voice from Mo Ling's wristband was clearly male, he acted as if he had not heard it and remained steadfast in his judgment.
"No," Mo Ling replied.
"Then what are you going there for? Isn't that where all the 'immortals' work?"
"Immortals?" Mo Ling was curious about the strange term.
"Of course they're immortals. They're smarter than ordinary people, richer than ordinary people, and their social status is far above ours. We can't even look up high enough to see them—we can only see the white clouds. Aren't they immortals?"
"I suppose that makes sense... but I'm really not going there for work. I'm looking for someone."
"You have a friend there?"
"Maybe a friend." Mo Ling could not answer that question either. He did not know who exactly he was looking for.
"Maybe? Did you consider him a friend, but he didn't consider you one? Sure enough, once people rise in status, they forget kindness and become cold-hearted... And you still want to find him? Is he that important to you? Miss, I've been through it all, so let me give you some advice: don't hang yourself from one tree. Sincerity should be exchanged for sincerity. If your sincerity can't earn sincerity in return, keep it for yourself..."
Uncle with Sunglasses had already imagined an entire story and began tirelessly lecturing Mo Ling about life.
"That's really not it..." Mo Ling did not know how to explain.
His hesitant manner only deepened Uncle with Sunglasses's sense of justice.
"Miss, did he betray