After experiencing life and death, Ling Chuxi treasured everything in front of her even more than before. Listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling his familiar warmth, tears welled up in Ling Chuxi's eyes. However, she felt so calm and happy. Nothing else was important. The most important thing was that he was by her side.
In the midst of her happiness, Ling Chuxi did not even notice the endless darkness in Huangfu qingjue's eyes.
"Chuxi, your injuries have not fully recovered. Go and cultivate. I will also cultivate for a while and think of a way to dissolve and absorb some of the spiritual fire left behind by that senior. Let's see if I can improve my cultivation by even a little." After a long time, Huangfu qingjue finally said to Ling Chuxi.
"Yes." Although Ling Chuxi was reluctant to part, she still left Huangfu qingjue's embrace.