“I think the foreign border must be incredibly deceptive. It presents an alluring image to the outside world while concealing all its ugliness and depravity. That’s quite an ability,” Wang Yao said with a smile.
"However, one thing is certain: the survival and development of each realm has its own rules. Just as I am unwilling to change my uncle's life, a single pebble thrown in might create different ripples in this realm."
"The Ocean Realm will merge the six realms into one. Not to mention the beings in the other five realms, at the very least, the lives of mortals will be subject to countless unseen disturbances."
"I believe that, in essence, the lives of ordinary people have their own paths of growth. They cultivate desires in the ordinary, give birth to the extraordinary from desires, and then can turn the extraordinary back into the ordinary..."
"How interesting! Could this be... what mortals are like?" As the sun set, the two strolled along the main road. Qinghe suddenly looked at the distant horizon and said with lingering interest.
“Yes, what do you think life is like for ordinary people?” Wang Yao asked with a smile. “They’re actually no different from us. They struggle with some things, worry about some things, feel happy about some things, and feel sad about some things…”
“But…their things are so…so…” Qinghe frowned, as if she didn’t know what words to use to express it.
"How insignificant, isn't it?" Wang Yao turned to look at Qing He. "Have you ever thought that everything we, the Mahayana practitioners, feel—wouldn't it all seem utterly insignificant and laughable? But isn't that precisely what makes mortals so precious?"
"Do we really want the Mahayana practitioners to interfere in our lives at will just because they are far more enlightened than us?"
Qinghe frowned as she looked at Wang Yao, but gradually her brows relaxed and a bright smile bloomed on her face.
“Yes, I also want to live like an ordinary person, worrying about money, rejoicing for children, struggling for face, and for…for friendship…” Qinghe looked deeply at Wang Yao, her eyes gentle as water.
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