"I know."
"Oh!"
Ning Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He thought Chen Min was still embarrassed by what was said earlier, but now he realized things weren't that simple.
"Then why are you..."
Ning Fan didn't have the heart to say the word "escape."
"I'm not escaping."
Chen Min shook her head and said softly, "I'm afraid I won't have the resolve to leave this world."
Constantly bearing pressure and responsibility, Chen Min gradually became lost in this leisurely world.
She finally understood what the old principal meant by "human touch."
Ning Fan blurted out, "Then don't go back."
"Can I?"
"Of course. You often talk about cultivation, but where is the Dao? Taoist cultivators wield extraordinary power, able to call the wind and rain—is that the Dao? But isn't the mundane life of the masses also the Dao?"
