"Thank you."
Li Ye spoke politely, but also very directly, "Old Mr. Qiu, you are already dead, why linger in the human world?
If you remain obstinate, I'm afraid the real you will be punished by the uncles at Dusuo Mountain, and in your future reincarnation, you will surely endure endless suffering.
Such immortality is false."
— These words were, of course, to intimidate him.
After all, this matter wasn't started by Old Mr. Qiu; instead, Li Ye held some responsibility in this, so he would also say something nice.
"Hehe."
The young Old Mr. Qiu revealed his white teeth, slowly gnawing on a fruit he had just taken out, with each bite causing thin streaks of blood to trickle down the fruit.
It truly seemed as though he was devouring a heart.
While gnawing on the fruit, he said, "The Deity of Compassion has already told me plainly, the path of cultivation is about this life, the next life is about the cause and effect that monks speak of.
As long as I want to live.
