"A bath?" Ayan asked again, though he wasn't entirely sure, unsure whether their immortal race needed one.

Wan Ge immediately shook her head: "No need."

After saying that, he casually made a hand seal, and his body immediately became clean.

These days it's been like this. Even though I'm lying in bed, if I feel unclean, I can just do a quick hand gesture and my body will become clean again.

Ayan replied, "Okay, then you should get some rest."

After saying that, he left.

…

Later, Wan Ge's health improved, so A Yan stopped cooking for her. She would absorb spiritual energy every day to recover her health, and sometimes she would stay by the pool for half a month at a time.

Ayan seemed to have gotten used to this situation, and would occasionally bring back some useful spiritual herbs and medicines she found when she went up the mountain.

…

In the third year since Wan Ge came to the room, she has become more and more familiar with A Yan. However, because she is focused on recovering her body, she spends most of her time cultivating, so she doesn't talk to him much.

Seeing that the other person hadn't changed much in three years, Wan Ge asked with some doubt, "Ayan, don't your family members come to see you?"

"They don't know I'm here." If they did, they would definitely come looking for him.

"So you're not planning to go home, get married, and have children?"

"Why do you want to get married and have children?" Ayan asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wan Ge shook her head: "I've only heard that when you reach a certain age, you all have to get married and have children."

"Who told you that? I don't need to." If he were to marry and have children, he would only marry someone he liked, but... Ah Yan glanced at Wan Ge again subconsciously.

Wan Ge's gaze had already shifted from him to the sword beside her.

Is this sword yours?

Ayan shook her head: "No, I found it."

"How come you can find everything?" Wan Ge was a little confused. He could find all sorts of spiritual herbs and medicines, including himself.

Ayan coughed lightly twice, not wanting to reveal his true identity: "Maybe I was just lucky."

Evening Song didn't dwell on it.

Then I heard him say, "If you like it, then I'll give it to you."

Wan Ge shook her head: "You saved me and brought me so many things, I can't accept them anymore. You should keep them. This sword is no ordinary object; it might be able to protect you."

Ayan didn't insist and temporarily put the sword away.

…

Fifty years after Wan Ge fell from the Execution Platform, she looked at A Yan, whose appearance had not changed at all: "You... are not a mortal, are you?"

It's true that some people stay young forever, looking like they're in their teens or twenties even in their forties. But now, he's at least nearly seventy, yet he still looks no different from a teenager.

"I never said I was a mortal." Ayan's voice was still indifferent, but there was a hint of guilt in her eyes.

"Then who are you?" Wan Ge couldn't sense any spiritual power from him, and since she had fallen into the human realm, she naturally assumed he was just an ordinary human.

It wasn't until she saw his face, which hadn't aged at all, that Wan Ge began to have doubts.

Ayan cleared her throat and said, "I'm not at liberty to tell you this, but I did save your life, and I have no intention of harming you."

“I understand.” Wan Ge nodded.

What the other person said was indeed true; he had saved my life, and regardless of whether he had any other motives towards me, that could not be changed.

Moreover, he really didn't seem to have any malice towards her; he probably just helped her out of a moment of kindness.