This was one of the few love stories Lin Qi had heard along the way, which was why it had left such a deep impression on her.
Lin Qi had seen the male cultivator's ice sculpture in the Lübing Abyss.
The male cultivator sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a blade as he shaved bamboo branches into arrows. Beneath a peach tree, the female cultivator held a bow and practiced archery.
Though their gazes never met, every inch of the scene brimmed with affectionate warmth.
That ice sculpture had left Lin Qi with three doubts.
First, the male cultivator had a face but no name, while the female cultivator had a name but no face.
Second, although the female cultivator held a longbow and struck the pose of drawing it to shoot an arrow, one of her arms was severed. With an incomplete arm, how could she draw a bow and fire arrows?
Third, as the days passed, the outline of the female cultivator's body had gradually begun to blur. Yet the male cultivator had not changed in the slightest.
The male cultivator's face was exactly the same as the man before them.
The female cultivator had a name but no face. Her name was Ye Yujun.
Lin Qi thought back briefly, and it happened to match the male cultivator's actions.
However, the aura radiating from this male cultivator was terrifying. He was currently going mad above the black river; a single roar could blast apart the river water for a thousand meters in succession.
Lin Qi did not dare speak carelessly.
She feared that one wrong word would provoke a madman.
She and Shang Yu quietly retreated.
Lin Qi asked in a low voice, "Have you ever heard any stories about the Nether Sea Earth Coffin?"
"Stories about the