"Loneliness is not scary, boredom is scary."
Elder Wang carried Li Hao and continued weeding, only his voice reached Li Hao's ears: "Before anyone came, this is how I've always lived."
At this, he suddenly paused, looked up, gazing at the distant, unreachable sky, perhaps beyond the sky to even more unreachable places, and softly spoke:
"Those old friends died in the True Realm; I don't know if anyone collected their bones, that is true loneliness..."
A gentle breeze stirred among the fertile fields, lightly brushing over the surrounding Immortal Elixir.
Wisps of glowing mist floated and gathered, like gentle hands, soothing the old man's wounded emotions.
Li Hao remained silent, recalling what he saw on that ancient road, the countless scattered bones on the ground, the endless land of buried bones.
At first, he just saw them as remains, but now he wonders if Elder Wang's old friends, or even family, lie within.
