The familiar thunderous fart echoed in the distance.
For the past few months, Xie Tian often heard this sound.
Involuntarily, he recalled the words of the old witch.
"Man is iron, food is steel; without a full stomach, where does the strength to work come from?"
Eating is related to bowel movements.
And working is for the sake of eating.
Then, he remembered what the old witch had said — rest at sunset.
Suddenly, Xie Tian realized that the witches living on this Witch Continent were actually like the mortals of the Wan State before the great change in the Nine States.
Even these witches, no matter how little, have at least a fetal-level cultivation.
And the old witch, akin to an elderly man in the mundane world, had cultivation comparable to an undying immortal.
"Immortal, mortal..."
Xie Tian seemed to have some understanding.
But still couldn't figure it out.
There is a gap between the two.
Immortals are high, mortals are low.
