The teahouse was bustling with people coming and going. A young man in a Daoist robe took a sip of tea and sighed.
Life is filled with countless worries and sorrows. No matter how many there are, no matter how deep the grief.
Even the world's countless troubles can be eased by half with a single cup of tea.
Just then, a young child tugged at the Daoist's sleeve, holding up a picture book as he asked,
"Master, do immortals really exist? Have you ever seen one? Can you cultivate to immortality?"
The Daoist was taken aback by the question. Then he simply patted the child on the head and said with a smile,
"In my eyes, anyone who helps those in need is an immortal. If you're willing to help those in need, then in my eyes, you already are one."
