Su Mo glanced at the woman, then quickly lowered his head.
He thought of another old acquaintance, that supreme sovereign of the Demon Realm. The one who, through a strange twist of fate, had taken him through Nirvana, the one whose entanglements with him never ceased.
She, too, had once said that the Phoenix Race had only one member in each generation.
Every generation was named Phoenix.
The Phoenix Race had its own fortune, but once a phoenix bore offspring, that fortune would pass to the next generation, and she herself would lose the fortune of her race.
And a phoenix who lost that fortune would find it difficult to undergo Nirvana again...
The person in his memories seemed somewhat similar to the Phoenix Venerable before him. The purity and transcendence between their brows were so alike.
Back then, Su Mo had asked: since you know that after bearing offspring, you will find it difficult to undergo Nirvana again, why have another generation? Wouldn't it be better to live on for all eternity?
And the answer the Phoenix Woman had given him when they parted was: love is hard to unravel.
Love is hard to unravel... Back then, Su Mo had seemed not to understand, but now, looking at the two before him, who seemed like a divine couple, he seemed to understand something.
Human Emperor Liu Nian and Phoenix watched the contemplative Su Mo, then exchanged a glance, understanding in their expressions.
Sure enough, this man in white seemed extraordinary as well.
After hearing their identities, the man in white had shown no restraint at all, remaining so calm.
Yet they could not discern Su Mo's cultivation realm at all.
Either Su Mo carried a supreme treasure that prevented others from probing him, or his cultivation was considerably higher