As the New Year approached, Wang Qi felt an inexplicable sense of urgency. Although his actions were often unpredictable, he always followed a plan. As the year-end neared, he would always feel one kind of urgency or another, refusing to carry the current year's affairs into the next.
Zhen Chan mocked this behavior, "Kid, after all, you are a cultivator, someone on the path to immortality. You will have an untold number of 'years' to live through."
"Do mortals not have to plan what they are going to do in the next two hours or what they should finish in this hour, even though a lifetime for them is roughly twenty to thirty thousand days, three hundred thousand two-hour periods?"
Wang Qi's conversation with Zhen Chan didn't hinder the work he was doing. This thread of consciousness was specifically set aside to guard against unforeseen events.
