The atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.
For a while, they were lost in thought.
Both of them looked at the freshmen coming and going in front of them, so young, full of vitality.
Both of them knew that given the True Immortal's life, so long it was terrifying, one day all his old friends would die one by one before him, with no exceptions.
This is the loneliness of the long-lived.
"Jiang Ding,"
"Xianmen Sect will always be with you."
Yuan sighed lightly and said, "With each generation, citizens are born and die. No one is immortal, yet there will always be a new generation of citizens being born."
"We are gone, off to a distant place."
"There are still generations of citizens, they receive the same education as us, have the same emotions, the same attachments, and there is the Central Array Spirit Computer."
"In this world, you are not alone."
"Okay."
Jiang Ding gazed into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Let me recommend a talent to you."
