Ye Yujun let out a deep sigh. Her figure slowly approached the male cultivator, but she stopped at a certain distance and did not move any closer.
"The deathly aura around you is too heavy. I cannot approach you."
Male cultivator: "Is that why you have stayed by my side all these years, yet never appeared before me?"
The female cultivator's faceless face turned toward him, yet one could somehow see traces of deep affection in it.
"Yes."
The male cultivator's expression instantly became exceedingly complicated—neither joy nor sorrow. His hawk-black eyes gazed heavily at Ye Yujun.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Only after a long while did Ye Yujun say, "I have obtained the Spirit Flower of Life and Death."
This time, her voice was somewhat hoarse, and somewhat ethereal.
The male cultivator was first agitated, then shaken, until finally only relieved emotion remained. "If you can live, then I will have no regrets in this life."
"No regrets?"
Ye Yujun's voice seemed choked with tears.
Yet the male cultivator grew increasingly calm. "Yes."
"Yet you and I must still remain separated by yin and yang!" Ye Yujun's voice finally rose, becoming more solid as well.
Meanwhile, the male cultivator's figure was slowly fading.
When Lin Qi had first looked at him, he had been entirely pitch-black. Now, that black seemed as though it had been diluted by water.
She looked at the two of them in confusion and bewilderment.
The male cultivator said in a deep voice, "I only want you to live."
As though afraid someone had not heard him, he repeated it twice more.
After those two repetitions, his figure faded even further.
Ye Yujun's emotions suddenly stirred, and she abruptly rushed forward.
But this time, the male cultivator nimbly retreated, instantly withdrawing