Ghosts reside in the human heart, and so do gods.
Upon hearing Lin Lingsu's words, Shen Yue realized that the object Xiao Chu was holding might be a high-tech device. Yet, in the eyes of most ancient people, such a device would be considered a divine artifact.
Are modern people any different? Confronted with the incomprehensible, they attribute it to the work of gods and spirits.
Lin Lingsu continued, "Back then, I didn't know his name was Xiao Chu, but I knew he was an immortal. Just as when I first saw you, I knew you were just like an immortal."
Shen Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, surprised that Lin Lingsu thought so highly of him, "Why?"
Lin Lingsu hesitated, "I'm not a cultivator. I am a layman, extremely worldly."
Shen Yue was slightly taken aback. Inside the Divine Sky Hall, he had heard Lin Lingsu's criticisms of Buddhism and Daoism. He wasn't expecting him to be so harsh, even on himself.
Of course, such self-criticism is correct.
