As Su Yi spoke of Yu Xinyao, a gentle, serene, ethereal figure could not help but surface in his mind.
Fragments of the past also emerged, bit by bit.
Before Yi Dao Xuan died, he had been involved with two women.
One was the peerless Devil Master, Lu Qingmei.
The other was Yu Xinyao.
Lu Qingmei was like a witch, her temperament unfathomable and her elegance unmatched.
Yu Xinyao, on the other hand, was gentle and tranquil, content to remain apart from worldly strife.
In matters of love, when Yi Dao Xuan was with Lu Qingmei, they were like a blazing fire and potent liquor—passionate and thunderous, reveling in love and hatred.
Yet when he was with Yu Xinyao, it was like being accompanied by a warm, soundless spring breeze: peaceful, fulfilling, and at ease.
Like rain moistening all things silently, their feelings fermented with time, growing richer and mellower the more they were savored.
But deep in her bones, Yu Xinyao was an exceptionally opinionated woman. Only when she was beside Yi Dao Xuan would she become as gentle as water and as warm as jade, never displaying her own convictions.
That was also why, when Yu Xinyao and Yi Dao Xuan had been plotted against, she had not hesitated to sacrifice herself to carve out a sliver of survival for him.
Yu Xinyao's proud bones and strong will had never been revealed.
But once she made a decision, she could die for Yi Dao Xuan without the slightest hesitation!
As Su Yi recalled these past events, he could not help but sigh inwardly. Yi Dao Xuan's life had been fraught with hardship and misery, but the years he spent with Yu Xinyao had undoubtedly been happy ones.
After a moment of silence, Su Yi said, "My purpose in