Mr. Tang's son had a gentle nature, was well-read and sensible, and when he donned the Daoist robe, he seemed even more ethereal, endowed with an extra hint of spiritual charm. If one could overlook the human heads that might sprout from any part of his body at any time, he could even be considered gracefully charming.
"Your immortal fate... looks..." Gao Ming hadn't thought of the right words, but the young man just waved his hand, quite nonchalant.
"The flesh is but dust in the wind; it all turns to dry bones in the blink of an eye. Only the heart directed towards the Dao shines like gold and stone. Once the spirit soars into the Immortal Palace, it shall obtain eternal life." Mr. Tang's son seemed to have already reached enlightenment, and truly, his realm was much higher than those of the paper effigies and townspeople of the first level.
