Over the next few days, Qin Yi returned to his shut-in state, devoting himself wholeheartedly to refining pills.
He seemed to have forgotten that the entire Crown Prince Residence had been bestowed upon him. He still lived in that Guest Courtyard. Aside from Li Qinglin's family having moved away and the residence becoming much quieter, it was as if nothing had changed.
Minghe lived in another guest room in the courtyard. Most of her time was spent sitting cross-legged in the rear courtyard, contemplating the sword formation. Liusu's sword formation seemed to hold tremendous value as a reference for her. And as she had said before, you refined your pills while I contemplated my Dao. Though they lived beneath the same roof, their spirits were as clear as moonlight and breeze—what distinction was there between man and woman?
It seemed that at Minghe's level, she had already achieved Bigu. He had never seen her need to bathe or relieve herself, so there was no chance for any awkwardness between them. Those ambiguous urban-romance scenes like "Living with Minghe" did not even need to be imagined. Only occasionally, when they encountered each other outside, Minghe would give a Daoist salute before brushing past him.
Qin Yi could not even find anything to say to her. That sense of distance, like the Milky Way hanging across the heavens, had not vanished because they were "living together." On the contrary, so long as she did not take the initiative to speak, the distance she gave off only felt greater—so great that it seemed one could not even speak in front of her.
No one would talk to a star countless light-years away.
He could somewhat understand Dong Huazi's balls-aching frustration when Minghe had stayed at Longevity Temple. He knew she was a thigh