Qin Yi and Minghe were also about to finish.
The fusion was already complete, their dual cultivation was about to reach perfection, and they were sharing their final tenderness, holding each other lightly, unwilling to part for the moment.
"My previous life spanned tens of thousands of years, and in this life I cultivated in purity for several decades. I truly never imagined that the joy between man and woman would taste like this. I can't bear to let go, can't bear to leave, tangled together in lingering passion, not knowing for how many years." Minghe lay atop Qin Yi and spoke softly. "Qin Yi, if there is another life, I still want to meet you."
Qin Yi said, "Then I'll conquer the stars in the sky once more? That sounds rather difficult..."
"I never felt there was anything difficult about you." Minghe curled her lips. "Next time, I'll conquer you."
Qin Yi laughed, then said, "Barring accidents, we probably won't have another life... If we truly do have one, it likely won't be because we died of old age, but because another great calamity has come. So when people like us speak sweet nothings, doesn't it sound like we're raising a flag?"
Minghe asked curiously, "What is a flag?"
"More or less an ominous prophecy."
Minghe said, "The Celestial Pivot Method exhausts all one's heart and strength, yet can scarcely glimpse even a claw or scale of the future. A casual word spoken between the sheets—how could that be ominous? That is merely the talk of foolish village husbands and wives."
Qin Yi could not help laughing. You were still moving, your Dao robe hanging wide open, your hair disheveled and stuck to your forehead, your cheeks still flushed, your eyes like spring water, your words threaded with panting—and