"…father…"
"She fell asleep, it seems." Bai Xue stated seeing Qinyang's state.
"Indeed, she has."
The family finally reunited as Qinyang dreamt it to be for millennia. Her tears fell, and then, her fatigued that piled for so long got to her and lost all bearing of her consciousness. She had witnessed Wang Ling's and Bai Xue together and spoke of the words she held in her for so long. She was satisfied, thus, she finally got to rest.
Wang Ling swept her off and carried her in his arms. He was gentle as though he was holding a fragile glass figure. He turned to Bai Xue, asking her, "Does she have a room?"
"Follow me." Bai Xue needed not to walk nor fly, she waved her hand and tore open space, and created a path linking a room that has a giant luxurious bed. Not even Gods of the Past could do such a feat, yet Wang Ling did not even bother showing signs of shock for he too could control space of whole worlds with but a thought.