"Why… why have so many seniors failed to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
Su Ling'er finally couldn't help but ask.
"So many people in the sect have died. Is that… really okay?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingfeng cleaned out his ear, then began spouting utter nonsense with a straight face:
"Dead? Ah, little Junior Sister, your perspective is, in the end, still too narrow."
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
"You see only their 'fall,' but you have not yet seen 'reincarnation.'"
"You see only the annihilation of the 'form,' but you have not yet understood the eternity of the 'Dao.'"
"Heaven and Earth are the furnace, creation is the smith, and all living beings rise and fall within it."
"A death today may very well be for a birth tomorrow, a way to accumulate the foundation for a more powerful breakthrough next time."
