Only Cultivating Master Does Not Cultivate Immortality

At night, the moonlight spreads softly like flowing water in the purple palace full of pear blossoms. The pear blossoms are coated with silvery white and the bright moon looks even more poetic and hazy. The girl in pink clothes flew up and leaned on the pear branch, causing the petals to scatter. She played with the jade flute in her hand thoughtfully and said softly: "You said, master, he really wants to marry the phantom? Tell me, why has he never mentioned the name of the phantom after living for 20,000 years? You said, yes Is it because he is so idle that he doesn't even care about his marriage? Or maybe I've never been close to him, so he doesn't even want to mention the love in his heart to me?" Lihuayuan was deserted and desolate. Ah Li seemed to be saying it to herself, but also to Lihua. Then he suddenly laughed softly as if he had realized something: "My life was thin and I was just trying to survive, but now that I have gained more, I want more."