As soon as she spoke, the old woman opposite raised her eyebrows, eager to hear what this young girl had to say. Ning Xiaoxian spoke clearly: "A toast to wine, a song for life; how much remains of our days? Like the morning dew, filled with previous hardships. These butterflies, though their life force burns out today and turns to dust, have achieved brilliance for this day. Is this not a hundred times better than surviving weakly through the harsh winter days, constantly in fear, not knowing when the end will come?"
"Like us cultivators cultivating our hearts, we too compete against time! Each day we are alive, we should move forward decisively, how can we afford to be muddled and anxious like these butterflies, and let our Dao Heart be clouded?"
The darkness of the past entices, and the unknown of the future instills fear. Thus, she does not dwell on the past, nor does she fear the future; she simply lives well in the present.
She competes for the present!
