"Struggling in the Mortal World... who's to say that's any worse than serene cultivation on a mountain?"
"You may be a mortal, but who's to say you'll accomplish less than we Cultivators?"
Sitting in the courtyard, Xiao Mo stared at the book in his hands, but found he couldn't read a word.
In Xiao Mo's mind, the words Duster had spoken before leaving echoed from time to time.
'Indeed.'
Xiao Mo had originally planned to gently guide Ruxue if she was unwilling to leave this time.
He would slowly persuade her to go, so they could part with smiles and she could return to the mountain with peace of mind, not forced to leave with regrets.
But after hearing what Duster had said, Xiao Mo's resolve wavered.
'Do I not need to "push" Ruxue away?'
'Is this really for the best...?'
'Ruxue is growing more and more dependent on me.'
'And I am just a mortal, with a lifespan of barely a hundred years.'
