Years, Farewell

Time was merciless.

To cultivators, time tempered them, allowing them to glimpse more of the mysteries of laws, comprehend stronger Dao, and grow ever more powerful. Yet if they could not transcend, the passage of time also brought them ever closer to death!

"Jingqiu." Dongbo Xueying looked at the slender figure in pale blue robes standing by the lake in the distance.

Though her back was to him, Dongbo Xueying could still see the tears in his wife's eyes.

"Xueying." The tears in Yu Jingqiu's eyes vanished in an instant. She turned her head and forced out a smile at her husband.

"Tomorrow, Father is only reincarnating... you..."