A Long Life on the Immortal Path

She had no idea how to describe him. His face looked as if it had been perfected through countless refinements, without a single flaw. It bore no expression at all, and the thin, loose-sleeved robe of pale azure on his body didn’t stir in the howling wind. Was he a mannequin?

“Why do you cultivate immortality?” His voice was utterly devoid of warmth.

She quickly came back to her senses. Was this one of the immortals from the mountain?

She stared at him blankly for a while before remembering that he had just asked her something. Why?

A little dazed, she heard herself answer:

“To survive!”

To live like a person!