The Immortal Dao Cherishes Life

I'm back.

Four simple words, yet they seemed to be the answer they had waited two thousand years to hear.

Yun Qin almost thought she was dreaming. She stood there dazed for a long while before, amid the gentle breeze and bright moon, she finally realized that the man before her was no fleeting illusion, as insubstantial as rosy clouds and drifting mist, but someone real.

Time lost all meaning in that moment.

Yun Qin had no idea how she began to walk.

She did not know how she crossed the ancient zither, how she crossed those ten paces, traversed the wind and the clouds sweeping over the mountaintop, then opened her arms and flung herself into his embrace. Only when she truly felt the figure in her arms, when that familiar warmth and heartbeat reached her, did she finally believe—

This was no wishful dream.

He had truly returned.

Yun Qin instinctively clung to him even more tightly. The Daoist held his wife just as tightly, the faint fragrance of her hair seeming to reach his nose. The two thousand years of separation, the longing that had endured so long, at last melted away. He had imagined all sorts of reactions—that she might still be like she was back then, a cat with its fur standing on end, opening her little mouth to bite his shoulder in greeting. But none of that happened.

There was no need for words or any other gestures.

Simply holding each other in silence was already wonderful.

The best of all.

Time became a jar of fine wine.

Even the wind was gentle.

After some time, Yun Qin seemed to stir slightly. Qi WuHuo, too, came back to himself from the joy of their long-awaited reunion. He and Yun Qin parted, and he put