More than ten days later.
Song Wen lay half-reclined on the stone bed, one hand supporting his weak, aching lower back, his eyes revealing a trace of exhaustion he could not conceal.
Beside him, Qiluo's cheeks were flushed, and the amorous warmth in her eyes had yet to fade.
She rose from the stone bed, began dressing.
"Only with you can I truly enjoy myself. Hong Zhe cultivates corpse-path techniques and has ruined his body; every time, he hastily gets it over with."
Song Wen turned his head to look at her. "Qiluo, why are you getting dressed? Are you leaving?"
Qiluo said, "I have been away for some time. If I do not return soon, it may arouse Hong Zhe's suspicions."
"Alas!" Song Wen let out a long sigh inwardly, but outwardly, he sighed with a face full of melancholy. "It is hard to meet, and harder still to part. Who knows when I will see you again?"
Qiluo's hands paused as she adjusted her clothes. She turned to look at Song Wen.
"Hard to meet, and harder still to part! That truly suits the situation between us. But you need not worry too much. When the opportunity arises, I will come see you again."
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly curved into crescents, and a spring-tide smile bloomed across her face.
"This sneaking around really is exciting."
"If one day I can advance to the Void Refinement stage, I will surely meet you openly and honorably." Song Wen spoke with an unwilling look on his face.
"Then I will wait for you," Qiluo replied with a smile.
By the time her words fell, she had already dressed herself.
A storage pouch abruptly appeared before her.
"The things you wanted are inside. I'm leaving. Until we meet again."
Qiluo