"Eternity is when people still know about you after hundreds of years. There's not many who have achieved this throughout history. Ordinary people will be forgotten after some generations of their offspring. Do you want to be one of them, having your name washed away by the tides of time?"
Ancient people believed one should make the whole of their lives by making history. That was the appeal of Jiang Pengji's invitation.
Meng Hun felt his heart pumping with strange excitement. He cleared his throat before tightening his dried lips. "Langjun, what do you mean?"
Jiang Pengji beamed. "Do you want a new master? I guess you wouldn't like hiding in the countryside for the rest of your life."
Meng Hun was stunned. His round eyes stared at her with astonishment, uncertainty, and enthusiasm.
Soon, he calmed his relentless heart and pondered the danger rationally. "Aren't you afraid of the Meng's?"