Listening to two voices whose origin he couldn't determine, Li Huowang, who was almost crawling on the ground, made a slight movement with his eyes and began to ponder the meaning behind their words.
"Taoist Cultivation? Is this person a Taoist? Is he discussing the Tao with another person?"
"He doesn't seem like the Taoists I have in mind; at least, the ones I know don't cultivate in that way."
As Li Huowang was lost in thought, the discussion nearby continued, and the girl's voice carried a hint of disdain.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your mother carried you for ten months, giving birth to a big chubby boy like you, and now you're casting off all that flesh again? Aren't you tired?"
"Not at all, not at all! Do you think the Seven Emotions and Three Corpses that we carry, as well as this mortal flesh, actually belong to us? Wrong! They all have owners! That includes our lives and deaths! All of this was given to us by others!"
"All have owners?"
