Immortal Travel of Longevity

"Sister Zhishu, come with me. Let's leave this place and go home, go home..."

But Zhishu refused.

To her, perhaps this was her home.

She could not forget this place.

This city, surrounded by green mountains, held the greater part of her life.

She liked the unhurried pace of life here, and she liked the people even more—even though they were all gone now.

But they were the memories that gave her the will to live on.

Resentment would slowly erode her, and her soul would scatter through the years. This was the ending she had accepted long ago.

"It's my fault, Sister Zhishu. It's my fault..."