"What is an immortal? In the life of a human being, there is an autumn of grass and trees, or happiness, anger, sorrow, and ordinary life. The journey of an immortal, or holding a long sword, moving clouds in all directions, or sitting thousands of miles away, looking at the world, or seeing through the red dust, only seeking longevity, its great freedom. , Happy life, those who seek longevity will be regarded as immortals."

"Ah? What do you mean..." Zhao Feng said with blank eyes.

"Hehehe..." Zhang Han shook his head with a chuckle, and said, "If you don't reach the level, you don't need to understand. You just need to know that you have already embarked on a path of pursuing longevity."