Lu Chen, walking along the bluestone path, was naturally unaware that just a moment ago, without any warning or awareness, even before he had done anything, he had already entered a certain future possibility. In that unseen future, those considered cultivable immortals had already been crossed out in a child’s mind.
If he had known, he would probably be smiling bitterly right now.
He walked calmly and alone along the bluestone path, passed the large locust tree, glanced at Old Yu who was fishing, and then left the bustling crowd behind. He headed toward the gradually quiet foot of the mountain, toward that lonely thatched hut.
He opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it again, sealing the inside and outside into two separate worlds.
An unremarkable blade of grass drifted lightly
