The flood rose to his knees, and a man rowing a small boat invited him onboard. He refused, firmly believing that an Immortal would come to save him.
The flood rose to his waist, and a man sailing a ship invited him onboard. He refused, firmly believing that an Immortal would come to save him.
The flood rose to his chest, and a man piloting a steamboat invited him onboard. He still refused, firmly believing that an Immortal would come to save him.
In the end, he died in the flood. After death, he met the Immortal and asked why the Immortal did not save him.
The Immortal replied, "I saved you three times."
"Immortals are beings beyond common understanding. The way they connect with the mundane world is naturally beyond reason," Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Fan and murmured softly.
"You can't guarantee that everyone you meet in this life... is human."
"Those who make us face tribulations, those who form connections with us, those who lead us to sudden revelations..."
