Thinking back on those events now, Xuan Yi's heart still stirred with a faint ripple, but that burning affection had long since settled beneath the passage of time. She had let go long ago, without the slightest lingering obsession.
Hearing the relief in Xuan Yi's voice, Yao Chen inexplicably felt an indescribable lightness in his heart, as if a massive stone that had weighed on him for years had finally been lifted.
The slightly tense lines of his face gradually softened, and an easy, relaxed smile spread across his lips. The way he looked at Xuan Yi also carried a little more openness and composure.
"I am Yao Chen. I survived death time and again at the hands of the Soul Hall back then, so how could I have fallen so easily? I'll accept your blessing."
He paused, his gaze passing over Xuan Yi's still cool and ethereal face.
"After all these years apart, Xuan Yi, you've become even more detached from the mortal world. Your bearing surpasses even that of the past. From now on, I'll be working closely with the Danta for our mutual development. We'll be colleagues, so we should look after and support one another. I hope you'll guide me well in the future."
The following morning, dawn shone through the clouds like scattered gold, gently bathing Sacred Pill City. The sleeping streets gradually awakened. More pedestrians appeared on the bluestone slab roads, and cries of vendors and laughter intertwined into a lively melody. The entire city shed the stillness of night and brimmed with vigorous warmth, bustling everywhere with the vibrant life of the common folk.
Not far from the Danta stood an elegant, secluded courtyard. The morning mist had yet to fully disperse, and glistening dewdrops still clung to the plants.
Inside an antique