Only the three of them understood what the old man said—he spoke in the universal language of cultivators. Everyone was surprised and stared at him. He looked as ordinary as any other mortal on this planet.
The whale sighed, his eyes gleaming. Suddenly, a gentle breeze passed through, and the three of them magically vanished.
They now found themselves at the top of a secluded mountain. The whale turned to the trembling old man and slowly asked, "How do you know?"
The man was visibly shaken, speaking with a nostalgic and distant expression:
"I... I remember, sir... In this life, I was born in a very religious place and learned to meditate from an early age. When I was 30, I don't know how, but after a meditation, I began to remember my past life. I remember being a cultivator and part of a sect created by an immortal. The feeling coming from you all is unmistakable."
