The smoke of war over the Southern Border and the bloodshed in the Wilderness seemed like things from a distant past.
After enduring several calamities, Green Cloud Mountain had finally entered an era of peace and tranquility unlike any before.
The Beast God had been destroyed, and the Ghost King had been driven back.
The righteous path had reached the height of its prestige in a thousand years.
As the one who had brought all this about, Li Xiaoyu's name was already revered by cultivators across the land.
He himself, however, paid no heed to such empty fame.
At that moment, he stood quietly on Moon-Gazing Terrace at Morning Sun Peak.
Beside him stood a figure in white, her robes whiter than snow.
The mountain breeze stirred their sleeves and Lu Xueqi's cascading black hair.
She said nothing, simply resting her head gently on Li Xiaoyu's shoulder and feeling the warmth of his heartbeat.
Li Xiaoyu reached out and naturally drew her into his arms.
The two quietly embraced, gazing at the surging Sea of Clouds in the distance and savoring this hard-won peace.
"What are you thinking about?"
After a long while, Lu Xueqi asked softly.
"Nothing."
Li Xiaoyu smiled and held the woman in his arms even tighter.
"I'm just feeling a little overwhelmed. It wasn't easy for us to make it to this day."
His words stirred a thousand feelings in Lu Xueqi's heart.
Yes, it hadn't been easy.
From their first meeting at the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament, to standing by each other in the Abyss of the Dead, fighting side by side at Liubo Mountain, risking their lives to protect each other on Green Cloud Mountain, sharing life and death in the Southern Border, and exploring the mysteries of the East Sea hand in