Spring gave way to winter.
The Eternal Immortal Frontier continued on its journey to open up the Star Wilderness.
Chen Xun and the others often attended grand gatherings across Eternal Antiquity's Major Immortal Domains and great starfields. Yet they were all domains of the young. Hidden amidst the sea of people, they would point things out and chat, boasting a little about the glory of their own youth. Their days were quite colorful.
But whenever this happened, a trace of envy would always ripple through the bottom of Chen Xun's eyes. He liked the high spirits of these young people of Eternal Antiquity—their elders behind them, their friends at their sides, utterly unafraid of failure. As he watched them...
He would sink into faint memories, his expression turning somewhat dazed.
So that was it.
This was how most old people in the world came to seem dull and wooden. It was not that their thoughts had slowed; it was simply that, looking at them, they could not help recalling their own youth, their own past and stories. The aftertaste lingered long, and they were unwilling to wake at once.
Though Chen Xun's expression was somewhat dazed, a beautiful smile always lingered at the corner of his lips. From time to time, he would secretly order extra prizes added to these gatherings, such as "the strange stones This Dao Ancestor painstakingly selected from thousands upon thousands."
Ke Ding would cry out beside him that he was stingy, nearly asking, "Chen Xun, just how poor was your hometown back then?! So poor you had nothing to eat?! So poor you had nowhere to live?!"
This was the greatest suffering he could comprehend for mortal human beings.
But then again...
That really was how it had been.
Now.
Mountain-Sitting Duck was still brimming