Later, Yin Xunyi said, "Daoist Song, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken. If you want to ignore many of the world's problems, you must possess absolute power.
"But what kind of power is truly absolute? A True Immortal? A Martial Saint? I'm afraid even that might not be enough..."
Song Ciwan replied, "Even a True Immortal or a Martial Saint might not be enough, and right now, neither of us is even an Earth Immortal. Daoist Yin, sometimes it isn't a good thing to think too far ahead."
Yin Xunyi lay on the bamboo raft, his hand trailing in the water. The azure stream flowed past his dark cyan sleeve, which floated on the surface like a gossamer veil carried away by the current.
His eyes were hazy with drink as he began to softly sing: "Heroes meet and part beyond the balustrade,
Dynasties rise and fall with the creak of an oar.
The swallows, knowing nothing of the Mortal World,
Return to the old roads in the setting sun.
