Every moment of that year was already worth the two of them savoring in memory, and all the more so when, in the years to come, he and his beloved wife would still remain together.
No matter the hardships and dangers, no matter how powerful the enemy became, they would never leave or abandon each other.
The path of cultivation was full of twists and thorns, but because he had her, it would no longer be lonely.
Of course, with their strength at this stage, the two of them would no longer act in a rush and blaze of haste, but would strive for steadiness instead. Otherwise, if some mistake occurred midway, the loss would outweigh the gain.
Thus, although they had decided to leave, the two of them still lingered in this small space for half a year. For one thing, they enjoyed the sweetness and tenderness of dual cultivation; for another, they cultivated the Ink Jade True Spirit Art to the point of perfect mastery, ensuring that the Roc's True Spirit Blood had been completely refined away, leaving no hidden troubles or restraints behind.
As the saying went, caution made no great mistakes. Lin Xuan had always been extremely meticulous in how he handled matters.
After all, it was only a mere half year. To him and Peacock, it was hardly worth mentioning, and lingering a little longer in the Human World was no great matter.
During this half year, the husband and wife naturally did not spend all their time in tender affection, clinging to each other day after day. Lin Xuan would not be that unambitious. Instead, together with his beloved wife, he carefully searched the Ink Moon Tribe ruins before them all over again, inside and out, not even letting a stretch of broken wall