Development, Sword Pressure on the Imperial Capital!

After the grand ceremony faded, the Qinghui Cave dwelling shed the bustle of the Immortal Terrace, leaving only a room full of warm light and lingering spiritual fragrance.

Mu Xingqi first helped Mu Xinger undo the intricate pearl ornaments in her hair, lifting them with a jade hairpin as her raven-tress hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, his fingertips brushing against the residual blush on her cheeks with a gentleness as though afraid of disturbing something. You must be exhausted today.

Mu Xinger naturally leaned against his shoulder, the golden-red binding seal on her wrist and the concentric lock at her waist reflecting each other, the warm jade cool to the touch while her heart burned fiercely. With you here, I do not feel tired. She raised her hand to caress the matching seal on his wrist, which was a mark formed by their vows and a bond recognized by heaven and earth alike.

He lifted her hand, pressing her palm against his own chest where his Dao Heart stood steadfast, yet it now rippled with layers of warmth due to her touch. In the past, I walked the Dao Path alone, my thoughts reaching no further than seeking the Dao and longevity. Today, upon forming our bond, I finally understand that what longevity yearns for most is to have you by my side. As he spoke, he fondled the concentric lock she had gifted him for a long while, the carved patterns on the lock warm. This lock can bind our physical forms, but this heart of mine has recognized only you alone ever since the moment I met you.

Mu Xinger chuckled softly, her fingertips hooking around his, her spiritual pathways tightly intertwined with his as warmth overflowed amidst the mingling of immortal essence. *Me too.