He remembered the last time he came, Dongfang Wuya got drunk, hugged him while calling out for Qinghe, and cried asking him not to leave.
The next morning, Dongfang Wuya threw him out of Greenwind Slope.
This time, Dongfang Wuya seemed to be acting normal.
Upon seeing Meng Yun, Dongfang Wuya enthusiastically invited him to sit down, while he himself cast spells to shield the fields of young crops from the blizzard.
Meng Yun watched Dongfang Wuya busily at work, unsure whether to feel happy or worried.
Ten years had passed, they had exhausted all human resources, uniting the Three Realms in search of Shen Qinghe's Remnant Soul, but still, there was no trace of Shen Qinghe.
He himself had grown disheartened, but what about Dongfang Wuya? Would he feel disappointed, sad, or despairing?
"Wuya, have you ever thought..." Meng Yun's voice trailed off.
He wanted to ask Dongfang Wuya whether he ever considered that Shen Qinghe might never return.