We Will Never Be Apart

Long Xuanye slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing this, the white-robed figure changed to a gentle attitude and spoke kindly.

"How do you feel?"

Before Long Xuanye could answer, he continued, "Cai'er needs to complete the Sanctuary's trial, and you—"

"Although our Assassin's Sanctuary hasn't figured out your specific identity, nor do we know why your family abandoned you, your talent shouldn't be wasted here at the Border with Cai'er."

"You two must become stronger. Temporarily separating is for the best for both of you."

His words were reasonable and logical.

The other two assassins also nodded. In their eyes, the mission was finally nearing completion.

In the face of cruel reality, what were a child's fragile emotions?

Moreover, it was only a temporary separation.

Silence fell before the thatched hut.

Long Xuanye leaned in Cai'er's embrace, not speaking.

Saint Cai'er lowered her head, her expression unreadable.

The assassin who had been persuading them thought they had accepted it and felt a slight relief.

But in the next second.

Two voices, in unison and with unwavering resolve, rang out.

"I won't separate from Cai'er," Long Xuanye said. His voice was weak, but every word was clear.

"I will help Cai'er complete the trial."

Almost simultaneously, Saint Cai'er also raised her head. In her gray-white eyes was a determination she had never shown before.

"I will protect Xuan Ye well."

Her words were resounding.

"If any more devils come, I will kill them... all of them."

After speaking, the two looked at each other.

Long Xuanye and Saint Cai'er were both a little surprised, yet both felt it was... natural.

They smiled.

One was covered in blood, smiling miserably.

One was covered in sweat, smiling awkwardly.

Before the thatched hut, the air seemed to freeze.

The white-robed figure and the other assassins stiffened.

They looked at the boy and girl leaning on each other, speechless for a moment.

Then, they noticed that Long Xuanye and Saint Cai'er's hands were already tightly clasped together.

The assassin instinctively wanted to step forward.

At this moment.

Two completely different auras, like unsheathed swords, instantly locked onto them!

One originated from within Long Xuanye's body, a terrifying aura from chaos emanating from his seemingly weak physique.

The other came from the girl in his arms. It was an extremely pure killing intent, emanating from the gray dagger in Saint Cai'er's hand, silent, yet enough to make anyone's heart tremble.

The assassin's footsteps stopped dead in their tracks.

The white-robed figure's pupils contracted sharply.

He stared intently at Saint Cai'er.

His gaze was filled with shock.

Reincarnation Spirit Furnace... Cai'er could actually activate the power of the Spirit Furnace to this extent to protect this boy!

This was more effective than any deliberately arranged trial in the Holy Hall!

His originally firm conviction began to waver at this moment.

Perhaps... letting them be together would also be good for Cai'er?

Although she couldn't undergo the most perfect training, the Spirit Furnace could be activated, and besides... it could make Cai'er happier... no, much happier.

Why not?

The white-robed figure remained silent for a long time, and finally, he sighed helplessly.

He had softened in the end.

He exchanged a look with his colleague beside him, seeing the same helplessness and compromise in their eyes.

"We will report this matter truthfully to the Holy Hall."

The white-robed figure left a sentence, said no more, and his figure flashed, disappearing into the woods.

The other two assassins also took a deep look at Long Xuanye and Saint Cai'er, then turned and left.

In an instant, only the two leaning on each other were left in front of the thatched cottage.

As the tense atmosphere dissipated, Long Xuanye could no longer hold on. His body went limp, and he collapsed into Saint Cai'er's arms.

"Xuanye!"

Cai'er immediately reached out to support him, her brows furrowed slightly, her tone tinged with a hint of scolding anger.

"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you face the enemy alone? What if something had happened?"

Long Xuanye lowered his head, a little embarrassed, with a hint of coquettishness.

"I'm sorry... I didn't want you to worry."

He felt helpless himself.

He didn't know when it started, but facing Cai'er's worried nagging, he had gradually gotten used to it, and even unconsciously showed such dependence.

Saint Cai'er looked at him with his head hanging low, and her stern tone softened.

She sighed helplessly, reached out with her other hand, and gently stroked his head.

Her fingertips tenderly smoothed the damp strands of hair on his forehead.

"Xuanye...

"You, you're really hopeless."

Sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, turning into dappled spots that fell on the two of them.

Cai'er's palm was warm. Long Xuanye leaned in her arms, the faint scent of grass and wood from her body lingering in his nose. The exhaustion from the near-death battle seemed to dissipate in this moment of tenderness.

After resting for a while, Long Xuanye struggled to stand up.

But his legs went weak, and he couldn't muster any strength.

Seeing this, Saint Cai'er immediately used her slender shoulders to support most of his weight.

But her own vision remained blurry. After taking two steps, her body stumbled, almost causing them to fall together.

Long Xuanye reacted extremely quickly, reaching out in time and grabbing her waist.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

In this way, he leaned his weight on her, and she used his support to find her way. One step at a time, supporting each other, they slowly walked back to their small home.

As soon as they entered the door, Cai'er gently patted Long Xuanye's hand.

She looked up, her gray-white eyes gazing at him with utmost seriousness.

"Xuanye."

"Compared to this house, home is wherever you are."

"Let's move, find a safer place."

Long Xuanye was slightly taken aback.

Immediately, a smile bloomed on his face, and he nodded heavily.

"Okay."

He didn't know that the white-robed figure had already cleared out the surrounding Devil Race, and this place was actually safe.

But whatever Cai'er decided, he would agree to it unconditionally.

As long as he was with Cai'er, anywhere was fine.

It was just that, in his heart, there was a trace of regret.

He had originally planned to decorate this small thatched hut bit by bit into their true home.

The trace of disappointment in Long Xuanye's eyes vanished instantly.

He looked at Cai'er, at himself reflected in her gray-white eyes, and his heart warmed.

Cai'er saw his thoughts. Her free hand reached out and gently rubbed his cheek.

Her fingertips had a slightly cool touch, yet they made Long Xuanye feel a sense of peace.

"Don't regret it."

Cai'er's lips curved upwards, revealing a gentle smile.

"Actually, although I'm a little reluctant, when I think about it, traveling all the time is also quite fun."

"Look—"

As if performing a magic trick, she pulled a ring from her embrace and dangled it before his eyes.

It was a Silver Space Ring, intricately carved with Forget-Me-Not patterns.

"We can prepare a small tent, and change places every so often."

"Everything we use to decorate the house can be put into the ring and taken with us."

"Wherever we go, that's home."

"We... can no longer be separated by anything."

Long Xuanye didn't speak.

He just nodded.

A few days ago, he was still the transmigrator who would weigh his options and consider leaving Cai'er.

But now...

Never again.

Together, they could even deal with Devil Race of the Fifth Tier. What else could stop them?

Cai'er stared at Long Xuanye, resting her head in his embrace.

She was no longer the Cai'er she used to be.

Responsibility, righteousness.

None of it mattered anymore.

Because Xuanye was here.

"We'll never be apart."

He said.

"Okay."

She also said.