"Alright, that's enough," Bai Zhou said, embarrassed.
"Alright." Mo Ling felt a little awkward too.
He suddenly realized he had no idea how to achieve eternal life. All his understanding was based on shallow speculation from observing the Fishmen's behavior.
'No wonder that mist completely ignored me.'
Thinking of this, Mo Ling grew even more confused. He asked Bai Zhou, "Can that mist tell whether or not I can achieve eternal life? Is it alive?"
"It's not about distinguishing; it's about mutual attraction. The closer you get to eternal life, the closer death gets to you," Bai Zhou explained. "If you step on the shore, water will seep up from the mud and soak your boots. It's unavoidable."
As he spoke, Bai Zhou looked at Mo Ling. "You're the type to stand motionlessly in the distance, watching everyone else's movements with perfect clarity, yet you have no idea how to get to the shore yourself."
Hearing Bai Zhou's vivid analogy, Mo Ling had an epiphany.
