C125 Water of Forget Worry

The night wind was cold, so after finishing a full bowl of soup, I fell into a deep sleep. But this night was not a peaceful sleep. I dreamt. I dreamt that my uncle-master was slowly leaving me, that he had become an immortal, and that I was a mortal. He was an unreachable god in my heart, and the distance between us gradually widened …

In the middle of the night