That year, he nurtured a peach tree himself, watering it daily and caring for it: "Little peach tree, grow quickly; I wonder if I can endure until the day you bloom." The man lounged beside the tree, his face marked by illness yet devoid of worries, exuding elegance and handsomeness. Years later, Shenjun inquired: He was fated to die young after enduring illness and suffering across lifetimes. You altered his fate. Is this not defying the heavens? Should you be afraid?
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