Chapter 1350 Do you think I'm too old?

Soon, Master Han arrived.

What are you doing here?

The darkness and dim light brought a sense of peace.

“I was just in the room next to yours.” Song Chunxue handed him the porcelain bottle containing the divine spring water. “Don’t say I gave it to you, just say you didn’t finish it back then.”

Master Han chuckled softly, "Why be so formal? He also wants to see you."

"But he has no memory."

“What if he’s lying?” Master Han spoke quickly. “He hasn’t neglected his cultivation these past few years. That white hair is from being too eager for quick results. I always feel that he must have remembered quite a bit.”

Song Chunxue remained silent for a long time before speaking in a low and gentle tone, "If that's really the case, then I definitely shouldn't go to him. It means he's already made his choice, and perhaps he doesn't want to rekindle our relationship."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "But I think he probably didn't remember. He's just become sentimental because of his feelings for me and feels guilty. You should try to persuade him."

Master Han shook his head and turned to leave.

Half an hour later, she returned to the inn, but she couldn't fall asleep.

Then I will meditate and cultivate.

The next room was quiet, but she tried several times to concentrate but couldn't.

"Oh, want to go take a look?"

"Then go for it. You're almost seventy, no, you're over a hundred in total, why bother with such a small thing?"

Wuyou spoke to her again.

Song Chunxue pretended not to hear.

He's not doing well right now; he has a high fever and multiple wounds, some of which he caused himself. I suspect he's not feeling well.

"Master Song, I won't disturb him, but could you please go and check on him? Even just knocking him unconscious would be fine." Wuyou had never spoken to her in such a tone before. "Please, Song Chunxue, I feel sorry for him."

"Don't be so effeminate, it's creepy."

Are you going or not...?

[Tsk, if you make that mushy, sickening noise again, I'll kill you!]

【good. 】

"..." Song Chunxue rubbed her forehead. Wuyou's sudden change to being so submissive made her feel strangely uncomfortable.

She sat quietly on the bed for a long time before quietly appearing in the room next door.

At first glance, she was almost frightened.

The blood in the basin was glaringly obvious, and the white cotton gauze was stained with blood, even containing a bit of rotten flesh that had been cut off...

How did he turn himself into this?

The person on the bed stirred, and she raised her hand to knock him unconscious.

She's sorry, but after twenty years, she doesn't know how to face him now.

Just like he didn't know how to face her, he came to see her with Qi Yun's face on his back.

She couldn't understand it.

I decided to stop wasting my energy pondering this unsolvable problem.

His arms and legs were injured and faintly bloody; he really doesn't know how to take care of himself.

Song Chunxue took out several pieces of Frost Spirit Stones and placed them on his wound. The Frost Spirit Stones disappeared very quickly.

However, the injury did not improve significantly.

It took five patches before the wound started to show signs of improvement.

I reached out and touched his forehead; his high fever was gradually subsiding.

She sat gently on the edge of the bed and carefully examined his face.

Twenty years have passed, and he has changed quite a bit. Although he hasn't aged much, the faint lines between his brows prove that he carries a heavy burden in his heart.

If he hadn't been so fixated on finding any emotional ties and had instead cultivated the path of ruthlessness, he would definitely be a completely different person now.

Emotional attachments are the kind, gentle, and sensitive nature of mortals, and it's just right for those who cultivate themselves to be free of them.

But he...

Song Chunxue felt as if she herself had cultivated the path of ruthlessness.

However, she was very curious about how he became Qi Yun.

As dawn approached, she quietly left the inn again.

Using the window was easier; she closed the window and gracefully glided into the distant woods.

The person on the bed moved their arm and slowly sat up, their eyes filled with emotions that defied description, like endless waves and shifting sands.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes to look at the spot where she had sat, gently stroking the sheets, his eyes filled with sorrow.

He murmured to himself, "Is it because you think I'm too old?"