The deputy head of the Everchanging Society, with a flash of clarity in his muddled eyes, moved his lips to briefly respond: "Alright."
Qi Yuan's figure disappeared, and he murmured, "The path of cultivation is too difficult."
In the withered cave dwelling, only a frail old man remained, his eyes murky, without a spark of light, looking as lonely and empty as a solitary elder, seemingly awaiting nothing but oblivion.
"If I were to build a mental hospital, not only could I seize a business opportunity to make money, but it would also allow for humanitarian care; maybe even win an award from Blue Star for touching lives. I truly am a genius."
Qi Yuan whispered.
...
Half a day passed.
In the Zhi Shan Pavilion, Qi Yuan saw towering mountains in front of him, craggy rocks, without the verdure of bamboo anymore.
"This Land of Opportunity, to hammer one's True Spirit amidst appreciating the scenery, is quite unique."