True Knight Travels

"Master, what exactly are we cultivating? Immortality? Or the kind of cultivation that reaches the heavens and is more powerful than the sky?" "Master, master, have you listened to me again!" Bai Ye was lying on the carriage, holding his head in his hands and resting on his sword, chewing unknown grass roots in his mouth, squinting his eyes, seeming to be awake but not awake. Seeing that the master was not at ease to speak, the young monk had no choice but to drive the carriage silently, with only the bumps and bumps along the way. Bai Ye opened his eyes and murmured to himself, "The world is unfair and everything is sad. I don't understand cultivation! I only care about fairness, but I don't care about his cultivation!"