Chen Qing laughed heartily as he strode forward, crossing several yards with each step, his feet flying as he carried Xuanping across the land.
On a distant hilltop, Xuan Mang and Xuan Cuo watched the pair swiftly pass by, and they laughed heartily.
The wind and snow blew in, making Xuanping feel a slight chill, just like when she lay in the ice coffin before.
"Do you know?"
"When you were walking a thousand miles with me on your back, I knew you were an extraordinary person."
"At that moment, I began to worry that I wouldn't be able to catch up with you."
"Fortunately, I caught up with you again."
"I want a lifetime, I want ten thousand years, I don't want to just be a mortal with a fleeting hundred years."
"So, I will use all my strength to chase your footsteps."
"Just like your senior sister, she left probably not only to find you but also to catch up with your pace."
"Cultivators are not like mortals, once they can't keep up with your pace, they will be forgotten."
