Ask, Fairy

(A group portrait article emphasizes logic, plot, characterization, and narrative from multiple angles, but it has a lot of foreshadowing, is slow and intense, and has an average writing style, but it is by no means hydrological, and it breaks off immediately.) When he looked back at the city that had been buried by the wind and snow, this question came to Wu Yan's heart for the first time - to mortals, what are immortals? He still remembered the first time he saw the immortal. The immortal posture floating like clouds left an indelible mark on his mind. But why? Why could he see, from the eyes of the innocent children, from the faces of the sallow and thin villagers, from the trembling of the palms of the soldiers' swords, and from the blood-stained jade, the emotion that made his whole body tremble uncontrollably? Why? The lives mixed in wars and plunders, the dignity that is trampled underfoot again and again. "Sir, what do you think of us?" The female fairy never answered, and she always had that arrogant smile on her face. "Wu Yan, you should know how hard-earned everything you have now is. Why do you have to go through troubled waters again and again?" He finally spoke, but his first words made Wu Yan laugh. "Why do you think I'm standing in front of you?" He responded with silence again. "I never embarked on this path of cultivating immortality just to gain something." Wu Yan raised the sword engraved with plum blossoms in his hand, the blade pointed directly at his eyebrows. "Immortal, did you hear that? The white bones on the soles of your feet are roaring!