But whether he knew or not, he was not prepared to mention this matter.
Xia Ji asked, " Eldest Brother, do you want to live forever? Once you're done with your work, you can pass on your position to future generations. Then, you can cultivate to break the lifespan of mortals. "
Qi Heng paused and shook his head. " No. "
"Why?" Xia Ji asked with a smile.
"A few days ago, I read a poem about the mayfly," said Qi Heng.
He felt that although he lived and died, he could still cultivate his wings.
I don't know the moon and the moon, nor do I know the spring and autumn.
What else can I ask for?
Why play in Jianghu?
Cranes live for thousands of years, and they have already traveled to the extreme. Mayflies grow thin, and they have done their best.
Seventeenth brother, do you think it's different?"
"There's no difference," Xia Ji replied.
"Then why should I pursue the path of longevity and increase my worries?" Qi Heng laughed.
"Alright," Xia Ji said.
