Half a month later.
Qingwu Continent.
Within an ancient city.
Inside a tavern.
Su Yi was drinking with Hua Qingyi.
They were drinking a local vintage known as "Apricot Spring."
Outside the window, misty rain blurred the view, while pedestrians hurried through the streets and alleys.
"This is my hometown. But after so many long years, it has already become completely different from what I remembered."
Hua Qingyi sat there with one hand propping up her chin, gazing out the window. Fine rain drifted through the air, and her eyes too became hazy and distant.
At this moment, the icy, aloof aura she usually possessed had rarely softened somewhat.
Anyone who saw her would likely never imagine that this woman with bright eyes and white teeth, whose brows and features were as delicate and clear as a young girl's, was Heavenly Emperor Qingyi, the one currently shaking the world.
From Su Yi's perspective, Hua Qingyi, quietly seated there and looking at the misty rain beyond the window, truly resembled a painting.
There was a trace of gentle tenderness amid her coolness, and a tranquil grace. Yet between the glances of her bright eyes lingered an inerasable melancholy.
Perhaps this was homesickness.
Eons had passed, seas had turned to mulberry fields, and the homeland of her childhood memories had long since become a place where people and things were no more.
When he had left Spirit Travel Continent, Su Yi had not known where to go for a time. Heaven and earth seemed vast and boundless, yet there was not a single place for him to go.
Hua Qingyi had seen that Su Yi had been in a poor mood then.
Even pursuing Wen Tian Di all the way to his old nest had not cheered Su Yi much.
It should