Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Compared to when it sped away, Xiangyun's speed was much slower on the way back.

The summer breeze blowing against their faces gradually brought the master and apprentice, who had just escaped death, back to their senses.

At this moment, Zhuang Sheng and Wan Shu are sitting on the edge of the clouds, gazing at the world below.

Soaring high in the sky, looking down at the earth from the clouds, is the most beautiful fantasy for most people in this world.

This is a romance etched into human genes, a beautiful yearning for freedom.

Of course, if you have a fear of heights, this romance won't be so wonderful.

Wan Shu would occasionally let out a gasp of surprise, and then point at the oncoming birds and laugh foolishly.

The day's events were so bizarre for a nine-year-old girl that she instinctively displayed excitement and joy to mask the fear she thought had subsided.

To girls who aren't as worldly-wise, Mu An is a true goddess.

More accurately, in the eyes of the vast majority of ordinary people in the world, terrestrial immortals inherently possess the word "immortal."

To be honest, the average person wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them.

Compared to Wan Shu, who focused all her attention on the natural landscape, Zhuang Sheng seemed somewhat lost.

He didn't even notice the line of text Meng Yan wrote to Mu An.

After calming Wan Shu down, who was getting a little too agitated, Zhuang Sheng sat down about two meters away from Mu An and hesitated for a while.

"Lord Mu, may I ask you a question?"

Mu An glanced at Zhuang Sheng indifferently.

"ask."

"A lot has happened in the past few days, and I've thought about a lot of things. Some questions have been answered, while others remain unclear."

Mu An listened quietly, while Wan Shu, who was lying on the edge of the cloud looking down at the mountains below, also quietly pricked up her ears.

"Like when I'm on the street today."

There were so many people on the street, and when Wanshu stepped out, I was genuinely scared.

While I was hoping someone would step forward, I was also afraid that someone would actually do so. When the child stood in the middle of the road, my mind went blank.

Because I hope she can live a good life, and I hope she can carry on my legacy in the future. What I look forward to is the ordinary people on the streets, not this child.

I have to admit that if it had been other ordinary people instead of Wanshu who stood up, I probably wouldn't have lost control like that.

However, they didn't, at least not at first, not a single one, not even when Wan Shu stood in the middle of the road.

It wasn't until you appeared, sir, that the people on the street rushed forward, showing the way I had initially expected.

Since no one was willing to step forward at the beginning, why did they choose to help me in the end? Is this good or evil, or something else entirely...?

Zhuang Sheng's tone was not agitated, as if he were not the protagonist of the story, but someone who had little to do with it.

Mu An glanced at him only once before shifting her gaze to the world below.

At this moment, they had crossed the mountains and passed through a large area of ​​towns.

People were coming and going in the city, and long queues formed at the city gates to enter.

He thought for a moment before speaking.

"I'm not sure, but I have two ideas."

Zhuang Sheng bowed to Mu An, "Please enlighten me, Lord Mu."

"Firstly, most people in the world are just ordinary people. They have their own lives, their own things to care about, and they are neither good nor evil; they are just the most ordinary people."

They are busy with life, living a life of daily necessities, and experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness because of the trivialities of life.

These people may not harbor much malice, and may even be willing to show their goodwill in small matters.

But when they encounter something that frightens or disturbs them.

They would shrink back and hide behind the high walls built by their past experiences to protect themselves and their families.

This is the instinct of the weak.

Mu An paused for a moment before continuing.

"They won't speak up for you, nor will they kick you when you're down. They'll lament the injustice you've suffered and privately defend you, but when it comes down to it, none of them will stand up for you."

Because they are ordinary people, because they have their own lives to live.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, and people tend to follow the crowd.

When there is no hope in sight, no one will risk their life to stand up. This is a fear hidden in people's hearts that is difficult to overcome.

But if there is such a person, who bravely steps forward, and this person has considerable influence, who single-handedly stands at the forefront, blocking the fear that has been lingering in people's hearts, and giving others hope.

Then, standing up according to your heart's desire becomes less difficult.

In my opinion, most people on that street are like that.

Zhuang Sheng listened attentively, pondering the questions in his mind as he listened.

After thinking for a moment, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked.

"What is Lord Mu's other thought?"

This time, Mu An didn't say anything more. He shook his head and walked up to Wan Shu, who was eavesdropping.

"How does it feel to look at this vast world from the sky?"

Suddenly asked a question by Mu An, Wan Shu seemed a little nervous. She bit her finger and whispered, "So beautiful."

Mu An nodded to her, then stopped asking questions and walked to sit down on the other side of the cloud.

He didn't go to see Zhuang Sheng, who was still somewhat troubled, but just sat there, watching the mountains and rivers, the grass and trees, the birds flying across the land, and the oxen working in the fields.

Quite abruptly, Mu An brought up something completely unrelated.

"Many years ago, because of Old Man Lin's matter, I disliked you very much and wanted to cut you down with a sword."

For me, this is actually a very easy thing.

With just a command or a gentle strike of the sword, one can vent all the emotions in their heart.

But Old Man Lin begged me not to kill you, so you survived.

Later, as time passed, the events of that time gradually became blurred, or rather, the anger in my heart gradually dissipated, and I was able to look at those things more rationally.

Because I was more rational, when I saw you in Qingzhou City, I didn't say anything and just turned around and left.

Later, as time went by, this so-called anger gradually faded away, and I suddenly realized that I actually felt that you shouldn't have died so easily.

So I went to Qi'an City and rescued you.

Human thoughts are strange things; different thoughts arise at different times, and contradictions are always present in our lives.

As she spoke, Mu An glanced at Zhuang Sheng.

"There is no second one. My thoughts have reached this point. As for the rest, one day, someone will figure it out. Maybe it's you, maybe it's that child, or maybe it's someone decades or centuries from now. That day will come eventually."