"Have you never left the Spirit-Separation Sect?"
Carson Flores held a magical treasure in his hand, casually examining it while chatting with the shop assistant.
"Yes, when I was eight, I was chosen by a martial uncle from the Spirit-Separation Sect in the village. They gave my parents a large sum of money and took me back to the Sect. I've never left since."
Carson smiled, "So, you've been here for a long time then?"
The assistant's eyes held a sense of melancholy and helplessness: "Over two hundred years."
Carson looked up, his eyes showing slight sympathy, "How does it feel?"
The assistant smiled, "Every day is the same, what else can I feel?"
The assistant's smile carried some restraint and obvious helplessness. Clearly, he was not satisfied with his current life.
Carson asked, "Aren't there many people here getting married and having children?"
