Wang Ping met Zi Luan's gaze. Just as he was about to speak, Zi Luan continued, "Fellow Daoist, you were in seclusion this time, and in the blink of an eye, over one hundred and fifty years have passed. Do you have any new insights?"
"Quite a few."
As Wang Ping answered, he subconsciously adjusted his collar.
Zi Luan watched Wang Ping's movement and revealed his characteristic smile. "You know, this is just the beginning," he said. "In the next thousand years, you will watch the people you care about pass away, one by one."
Upon hearing this, an image of Yu Cheng Taoist flashed through Wang Ping's mind. He suppressed the agitation in his heart and replied, "That's a thousand years from now. Everyone knows they'll die someday. They can't just kill themselves right now, can they?"
Zi Luan was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing. "HAHA!"
"What's so funny?" Wang Ping asked, his expression serious.
