Carrying a Knife

Those who cultivate immortality eat in the wind and drink dew, soar in the clouds and ride in the mist, travel to the North Sea in the morning and evening in the sky, pick stars and grasp the moon in a single thought, and move mountains and fill the sea. "Hoo~" The young man exhaled a breath and watched the flying sword turn into a stream of light and fly over his head. The obsession in his heart grew like weeds. "Becoming an immortal, maybe you can go home?" He didn't know the answer, but he had to do it anyway, maybe not to bully others, but at least to ensure that he would not be bullied, so he walked forward, leaving behind a silhouette with a knife...