The familiar voice entered Li Xuanyi's ears, and she froze on the spot.
Before she could respond, a streak of light swiftly appeared before her, its owner's eyes filled with surprise.
"I thought I'd sensed wrongly just now. I never expected it really was you."
"Wait, don't come any closer!"
"Could I still be dreaming?"
Looking at the incomparably familiar figure before her, Li Xuanyi felt her head buzz. She still could not quite believe what she was seeing.
After stopping him, Li Xuanyi hurriedly raised a hand and rubbed her eyes.
Yet no matter how hard she rubbed, the scene around her did not change in the slightest. It clearly felt different from what she had seen in her dreams before.
Just as Li Xuanyi furrowed her brows in thought, a figure had already silently drawn close to her while she was not paying attention.
Before Li Xuanyi could react, a powerful force seized her. Her body spun lightly through the air and landed in his embrace.
".."
An hour later.
The Purple Flying Carriage was parked atop a desolate, uninhabited mountain.
Within the gauze curtains, Li Xuanyi, her clothes half-covering her alluring form, lay quietly against a broad chest with a thoroughly satisfied expression.
Tilting her head up at Song Qingming above her, Li Xuanyi could not help saying:
"Mmm! Husband, you hadn't come back for so many years. I truly feared this was another dream, and that when I woke up, I would be unable to find you again."
"So you still don't believe I've returned?"
"Ah, no more! I believe you, Husband, all right?"
After nearly eighty years apart, their reunion was naturally as inseparable as glue and lacquer.
Yet for some reason, facing Song Qingming, whose cultivation had grown ever higher, Li Xuanyi gradually found