At this point, Yi Chen suddenly turned around, with his back to Ning Feixue, and gazed towards the sky outside the door, speaking somberly, "As long as your heart desires nothing and seeks nothing, where mountains and rivers shatter but no waves arise, comrades, siblings, wives, kin, children, all mean nothing in your eyes, including death, if you can accept this cost, then no one in this world can stop you."
"But can you?"
"Do you think that immortals, transcenders, are those who live long, without affection or love, undisturbed by any matter, unmoved by the eight winds?"
"Is it not so?" Ning Feixue couldn't help but retort.
"In that case, follow me, this poor Taoist will take you to see an immortal." Yi Chen grinned, pulling Ning Feixue to the bow of the ship, and with a slow gesture toward the horizon below, a piece of Broken Stone was instantly drawn into Ning Feixue's palm.