Jiang Jinye, a high-level cultivator who lived in seclusion in the Central Plains, just happened to be out of the house one day and kindly rescued a child when he came back, and he was entangled.
Child: "Master!"
Jiang Jinye: "... Don't call me Master."
Child: "Master!"
Jiang Jinye: "... Don't call me Master either."
Child: "Master!"
Jiang Jinye: ... Forget it and let him be.
Later, Jiang Jin had a dream at night. In the dream, he stood in the maple forest and saw a man raising his hand to flutter red leaves, and butterflies flew all over the mountain.
The emotional line is not cruel, the text is He
Intention: People work hard and compete with God for their destiny all their lives, but they can't find where the so-called destiny is.