Hundreds upon thousands of Great Jin cultivators sped past her.
In the distance, inky-black waves collided with the azure lake, their thunder shaking the heavens and throwing up countless sprays like shattered jade.
The roar of waves, the clash of Law Artifacts, the shrieks of Fierce Beasts...
Flames danced wildly, green wood twined...
Countless Fierce Beasts fought desperately against the cultivators amid the interwoven waves and flames.
Yet at that moment.
All the clamor seemed to turn into a silent breeze around her.
Qin Lingxiao stood in midair, staring blankly at the familiar face not far away.
After nearly fifty years apart, she had thought she had already forgotten him.
She had also thought that when she saw this man again, she could face him calmly.
But the instant he appeared before her.
All those presumptions proved too fragile to withstand a single blow.
His face, every inch of his skin, every subtle expression... matched the image in her memories, one by one.
Only then did she suddenly realize.
She had never forgotten him, not even for a moment.
The years seemed to have left scarcely any trace on him.
He was still as handsome and composed as before, still calm and unruffled, as though nothing could ever make him lose his composure.
At that thought, an inexplicable trace of resentment suddenly rose in her heart again.
The scene from that day in the Myriad Phenomena Sect's Pure Yang Palace, when he had flatly rejected the marriage before all those cultivators, suddenly leaped back into her mind.
For a moment, humiliation, anger, resentment... countless emotions surged into her heart.
Just then.
The man looked toward her with a faint smile:
"It has been many years, Fellow Daoist Qin. Have you been well?"
Qin Lingxiao, however, froze slightly.
The instant she