Such hopes were the hopes of all female cultivators, and also their lifelong dreams.
Naturally, this was exceedingly difficult.
Yet that seemingly distant past—Cai Zhuoxia's death—had suddenly shown her the fragility of life. And Xiao Hua's frank and open bearing at the time had shown her the pride of this little Rogue Cultivator, so different from the cultivators she had seen before! That momentary insight into life and death, along with that instant of emotion, had opened her heart to Xiao Hua, a male cultivator whose cultivation was even shallower than hers, possessing only Qi Refining cultivation.
Actually, after Xiao Hua left, whenever she thought of him from time to time, she still felt somewhat puzzled and hesitant. Yet it was precisely this distance, this state of half-belief and half-doubt, that tempered those threads of affection through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements, deeply engraving Xiao Hua upon her heart! People often spoke of love at first sight, but without such beauty born of distance, such longing amid hesitation, how could one preserve that fleeting splendor after the epiphyllum bloomed for but an instant?
At the Feathered Immortal Convention, Xiao Hua's performance had been unexpectedly outstanding! It was then that Fairy Hongxia saw his confidence in his eyes. In turn, she gained incomparable confidence herself, believing that her choice had been absolutely right. This... was what prompted Fairy Hongxia to break with Yun Zichong before a crowd of cultivators and convey the voice of her heart to Xiao Hua through spiritual transmission.
Of course, in Fairy Hongxia's mind, although she and Xiao Hua had formed a bond, if it came to the rites of dual cultivation, Xiao Hua would still have to arrive riding upon rainbow clouds! Yet fate toyed with people, and Xiao Hua had appeared when Fairy