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There could be two groups of people that lived in the same universe, but their experience might be worlds apart.
That was why Greater Sancte Mi Jin had used his Lost Path to experience life in all its forms, as well as why Qing Yun pursued the same thing.
Life in all its forms was not as simple as a hundred different people’s stories; there could very well be a hundred different social archetypes.
For a cultivator to properly improve their mental state, shouldn’t they find the mortal archetype that corresponded to them the best?
In that case, which archetype corresponded to Lu Yin? The grand chancellor, the great general, or something else? He had just found the next life that he needed to observe.
“Wealth is to mortals as what resources are to us. Fugui, if you one day become the richest of mortals, what would you think?” Jian Heng asked.
Lu Yin sat down. “Have you forgotten? I’m not a mortal—I’m a cultivator.”
“There’s no difference,” Ji replied bluntly.
Lu Yin rolled his eyes.
Yu Xiang'er stepped in front of him. “You can all go now. I’m having a candlelit conversation with Fugui.”
Xue Zhan glanced up at Yu Xiang'er. “Why him?”
Yu Xiang'er opened her mouth to speak, but Jian Heng cut in, “Because his name is Fugui. He’s someone who points straight at his heart and hides...
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