Through his epiphany amid mortal life, his Dao Heart became clear, and not a trace of confusion or constraint remained in Shiheng's heart. He felt only the warmth of everyday life, finding peace in the person beside him. He did not hurry back to the secret chamber to consolidate his cultivation. Instead, he simply held Kelin Xiaoman's hand and spent an entire afternoon strolling leisurely with her through the bustling streets of the Klan Imperial Capital.
Setting aside all their glory, the two walked side by side through the bustling crowds like the most ordinary loving couple, watching everyday life, laughing over amusing stories, and recounting their years of separation and longing. Sunlight filtered through the roadside foliage, casting dappled warmth over them. Tenderness lingered throughout their walk, and the peaceful hours were filled with the security and sweetness of reunion after a long separation.
Only when the sun sank westward, its setting light like molten gold, and a gentle orange-red glow stained the horizon did the two slowly return to the palace.
Dusk gradually closed in, and the hazy night slowly enveloped the entire grand, solemn palace like a soft veil. Inside the bedchamber, candle flames gently flickered, spreading warm yellow light that dispelled all cold and loneliness and made the chamber especially cozy and quiet. The dancing light played across Kelin Xiaoman's cheeks, making her already exquisite beauty even gentler and more captivating, adding a touch of mortal tenderness to her sacred air.
Shiheng stood beside her, his gaze as gentle as water, staring without blinking at the beloved woman before him, who had weathered hardship with him and waited twenty years for him. Countless feelings mingled in his heart, and a thousand reflections surged within him.
They had become cultivation partners and spent many years together. In