The elders mostly lived in the center of the cemetery, where a flower garden had been placed for the elders to enjoy themselves and rest in.

When Ye Fenghan and Yanto arrived, they could see a high-tier Astral elder taking a leisurely stroll through the garden. There were also other Astrals holding books and standing underneath trees, near the flowers, or in small pavilions, quietly reading to themselves.

The atmosphere was incredibly calm and peaceful, making it seem as if no important conflict was brewing.

“They seem quite at ease,” Ye Fenghan couldn’t resist muttering.

“They are Astrals, after all,” Yanto replied. “Giving up our physical bodies is, in some sense, like dying. As we experience the cycle of life again and again, slowly growing more and more isolated, we have become indifferent and apathetic to some degree.”

“You don’t seem that apathetic when you set out to do things,” Ye Fenghan said.

Yanto replied, “Apathy is a kind of temperament. Doing battle is a decision. The two are not in contrast with one another.”

Ye Fenghan was amused. “How philosophic.”

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