The news of Hua Er's aunt's death soon spread to the entire town.
To them, hadn't this kind-hearted old lady who had sold alcohol all her life gone to the hospital to visit her yesterday?
How could he leave the world so suddenly?
Zhou Xiaoli, as the daughter of Hua Er's aunt, explained the reason for her death and the news of her previous illness to everyone at Hua Er's funeral.
"During my mother's last days, other than all of you caring for her, more importantly, I still have to thank Grandpa Wang Tu.”
In the end, Zhou Xiaoli did not forget to explain to everyone how Wang Tu knew about Second Aunt Hua's illness and stayed by her side.
Now that her mother had left, Zhou Xiaoli was also sensible. She knew that she had to let everyone know that Wang Tu had been taking care of Second Aunt Hua during this period of time. He had treated her sincerely as an old friend.
It wasn't like what they had said before, that it was an old love affair.
Everyone at the funeral was very sad and the atmosphere was heavy.
Indeed, this was the same for Wang Tu.
Although in the eyes of the king's disciple, a mortal's life of a few decades was just too fast in the blink of an eye.
There were also many, many people who died, and they were insignificant.
The king's disciple had seen too many life-and-death situations and had killed too many people. He had long since lost interest in them.
However, the death of Hua Er's aunt, an ordinary mortal woman, made Wang Tu feel a wave of sadness.
He recalled the time when he had just landed on Earth. In Chaoyang Town, he had met the girl who sold alcohol and had started to fall in love with her.
In the past few decades, she had given him a lot of food and said a lot of words of concern. All of these…were like scenes from a movie, constantly flashing through his mind.
Every scene, every action, and all the interactions between Hua Er's aunt and him that he could not remember at first appeared in his mind.
Under the sad atmosphere, this feeling was magnified.
In his memories of Hua Eryi, it was as if all of this had happened yesterday.
Accompanied by the funeral music, the heavy atmosphere was further set off.
This made the sadness of the king's disciple even stronger.
In fact, he was also very puzzled. Why was this so?
In his thousand years of cultivation, as an old monster, he had never experienced the sadness of parting with an old friend forever.
As a result, Wang Tu drank several bottles of wine that Hua Er's aunt had brewed during her lifetime at the funeral banquet.
Even Zhou Xiaoli and her friends came over to persuade him not to drink anymore.
Originally, this mortal's wine was not intoxicating to him. No matter how much he drank, he would not feel anything.
However, this was the first time Wang Chong had been drunk in all his years on Earth.
In the end, he was not clear-headed. He only remembered that everyone had carried him home to rest.
When he woke up the next day, he felt as if he had just woken up from a big dream, which stunned Wang Tu.
It was as if everything that had happened before was just a dream.
Aunt Hua's death made him understand a lot about this dream.
What it brought was his Transcendent Mortal experience points. After experiencing this, his experience points soared, and he was one step closer to reaching the Soul Formation realm.
During the time he spent with Hua Er's aunt, Wang Tu had obtained a lot of Transcendent Mortal experience points, which could be considered as accumulating his cultivation.
However, looking out the window at the gradually moving funeral procession of Second Aunt Hua, Wang Tu suddenly fell silent.
After a long time, he said.
"Is this the end of a mortal's life?”
The biggest difference between mortals and cultivators, apart from the difference in strength, was time.
All living beings and all living things would be restricted by the passage of time.
For mortals, a lifetime was only a few decades. After that, they would die, just like Hua Er's aunt.
However, cultivators were different. Disciples like Wang had lived for thousands of years. To mortals, they were already old monsters.
However, to other powerful cultivators, it was just a drop in the ocean and not worth mentioning.
Some powerful cultivators could even live for tens of thousands of years.
However, if a cultivator was unable to break through their cultivation level, they would actually have an end to their lifespan.
Therefore, time was something that mortals and cultivators could not escape.
In the face of the passage of time, whether it was mortals or cultivators, they all lived their lives.
There was talk, laughter, experience, pain, suffering, and happiness…All of these were the processes that happened over time.
Time was irreversible for everything.
It included everything in a person's life.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, the king's disciple seemed to have noticed something. Something was not quite right.
It was as if he had touched a special feeling that he had never felt before. It was very similar to power, but it was also very turbid. It was even somewhat uncertain.
It was illusory and very different, even stranger than spiritual power.
"This special feeling, could it be…time?”
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