Xu Yangyi’s statuesque muscle and build were sublime, but right now Su Lianyue still didn’t have the slightest inkling for lust in her heart. The relationship between she and Xu Yangyi wasn’t the ordinary sort between man and woman. 

On the contrary, it was a bit similar to an older sister and a younger brother. At least in this unusual realm, after meeting again after a few years, a trace of an odd atmosphere—yet not at all rejected—had brewed. She was Xu Yangyi’s first woman, but both of them understood.

Xu Yangyi couldn’t accompany her.

The lives of ordinary people were fleeting. Neither of them had delved deeply into the meaning of love because the end was doomed for sadness and depression. The situation was better off in not continuing this topic. Nonetheless, Xu Yangyi had been moved by her sentiment and amazed by the dedication of this frail woman. Among the few he approved of, she was one of them.

She had no cultivation, no realm, and moreover no longevity. In the wake of increasing age, she would grow old and die, yet her unique style would leave her mark on his memories. Previously a one-time ephemeral love, this bond had now instead become a kind of warm and comforting relationship. Xu Yangyi’s friends weren’t many, and she was the only one of the fairer sex. There were some words he didn’t wish to say to a man and to a cultivator, as well. She...