He was originally the one standing in the clouds. He came and went without any dust, and his smile showed his unparalleled elegance. But he was willing to fall into the mortal world for her. I am willing to endure a thousand years of loneliness for her.
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"Nianqin, you can become a god. Why bother..."
"Master, I don't want to become a god." The young man interrupted him.
"Why? Then you - are you willing to go to Bingzhu Temple to become a soul?"
The young man stroked the harp, and his slender white fingers crossed the strings, "When you become a soul, you still have a human heart. But if you become a god - even the human heart is gone. - Without the human heart, how can you love?"
After being silent for a long time, the old man Jinse sighed: "Jiuzhou is not as good as Penglai. It's five thousand years. Can you survive it?"
"I don't know either." The young man looked into the distance. The East China Sea was shrouded in clouds and mist, and he could only see the faint outline of Kyushu on the other side.
His gaze gradually became longer. After a long time, a confident smile appeared, and at that moment, it seemed that the sound of flowers blooming could be heard.
"On the other side, there are three thousand prosperous people. There is always someone waiting for me."