On the eve of the Fourth Immortal-Demon War, Master took me to the Mountain of No Return to pay homage to my fellow disciples.
The Immortal Sect suffered tens of thousands of casualties in one day, and the master grew old overnight, leaving only me, my junior sister, and my junior brother who was practicing qi.
When I lit the soothing incense, I seemed to see them still alive, touching my head and saying how amazing my junior sister is.
Master remained silent. I spit out the dogtail grass in my mouth and kowtowed three times solemnly.
When we were going down the mountain, Master finally spoke and asked me if I had thought about it well.
I didn't understand the meaning of the master's words. I thought he was talking about war, so I replied with a smile.
"Someone has to do this. If it's not me, someone else will do it."