The celestial maiden who had once seemed untouched by the mortal world was now willing to wash her hands and cook for him.
They were no longer the youth single-mindedly bent on revenge, nor the Green Cloud Sect prodigy who bore the fate of all living beings in her heart.
They were simply Li Xiaoyu and Lu Xueqi.
After breakfast, the two walked side by side along the beach.
Soft sand submerged their ankles, leaving behind a trail of footprints that was soon smoothed away by the incoming tide.
"Something happened in the Southern Border yesterday," Lu Xueqi said softly.
"I felt it." Li Xiaoyu nodded.
"Should we go take a look?"
"There's no need." Li Xiaoyu shook his head. "Last night, I sent my spirit over to take a look. The new demon kings in the mountains already know how to handle it."
He paused before continuing, "The Divine Land now has its own order. We shouldn't interfere too much."
Lu Xueqi gave a soft hum and asked no more.
Over the past three hundred years, things like this had happened many times.
Sometimes, it was a contingency left behind by some ancient demon lord, attempting once more to bring calamity upon the mortal world.
Other times, it was newly risen cultivators whose greed and ambition unleashed tremendous disasters.
Every time, Li Xiaoyu and Lu Xueqi noticed immediately.
But they rarely acted personally.
More often, they merely watched and guided.
They would grant those destined to face tribulation a small opportunity—perhaps a cultivation technique, perhaps a magical treasure, or perhaps they would disguise themselves as an old fortune-teller and offer a seemingly casual word of guidance.
"How much longer do we have to wait?" Lu Xueqi suddenly asked.
Her voice was very soft, as though she feared disturbing something.