It could be said that throughout Su Shi'er's long years of life, the time he had spent with Jiang Feixue had not actually been much.
Yet many things were never determined by the amount of time involved.
The impressions formed in one's early years often ran far deeper instead.
The time they had spent together back then had left an exceedingly profound mark deep within both their hearts.
Meeting again after so many years, the instant their gazes met, Su Shi'er knew that although Jiang Feixue's cultivation and strength might have improved greatly, she was still... the same Jiang Feixue from back then.
As for himself, the rich experiences of these past years had made him far more mature than before.
But when facing Jiang Feixue and meeting that burning yet restrained gaze, he felt, in a daze, as though he had returned to the days when they trained in Cangshan Mountain.
It was impossible to say that his heart had not stirred at all.
But he understood even more clearly what he was facing now.
As for the many things beyond cultivation and improving his strength, it was not a matter of whether he wanted them or not. He simply could not afford them.
If the Cultivation World were peaceful and he did not have so many troubles, then perhaps it would be another matter.
But when he knew trouble lay ahead, the more people close to him he had, the more bonds he carried, and the more weaknesses he possessed.
He was not afraid of having weaknesses. He only feared that his strength would fall short, leaving him unable to protect those he wished to protect.
Now that these words had left his mouth, he felt a weight lift from his heart, and his entire body relaxed considerably.