Inside the cave abode, no one knew when an extra woman had appeared.
She wore a moon-white immortal robe, the hems fluttering, fine cloud patterns embroidered upon it, glimmering with a faint radiance under the cave's dim Spirit Light.
Her aura was restrained, yet carried an indescribable divinity and majesty, like a Goddess high above the Ninth Heaven, untouched by dust.
That face, with curved brows and eyes, gentle as ever, was precisely Min Rou, the one he had searched for so long, thinking he would never see again.
"A Rou?" Li Yan's voice was somewhat hoarse, tinged with disbelief, his body even trembling slightly. "You… you're still alive?"
Hearing this, Min Rou rolled her eyes at him:
"Yes, I'm still alive. But Brother Li, who devoted himself wholly to Cultivation, is about to die."
At her words, Li Yan immediately revealed a wry smile.
How could he not hear the sarcasm in it?
Back then, he had thrown his whole heart into Cultivation, neglecting the people at his side.
