There is nothing to do, yet nothing is left undone.
Afterward, Jiang Hao didn't give much thought to the "peak detachment from emotions."
That path was entirely different from his own; he needed neither an impersonal Tao nor the equality of all beings.
In his view, beings were unequal in their sensations, but in strength or years, all were equal.
That was the best way.
A hundred years, ten thousand years, a million years, they were all the same to him.
They would all die, while he would keep on living.
Maybe this path was not meant for one person alone.
If there were another person, it would surely be...
Heavenly Note Sect.
"What are you thinking about?" Miao Tinglian suddenly asked.
Unknowingly, Jiang Hao had wandered into the Spirit Herb Garden.
"I'm thinking about the path of cultivation; after countless years, it might be just me alone, or perhaps two of us. If there really is someone else, I hope it's Heavenly Note Sect," Jiang Hao replied truthfully.