That day, Suiyi sat on the railing, idly twirling her handkerchief, and turned to look into the house, asking, "Master, it's been a month already, why don't I feel any sense of ascending to immortality?"

"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Why don't you ask the guide after we ascend to heaven? Besides, ascension is a matter of chance, so why are you in such a panic? Just let nature take its course." A loud, clear voice came from inside the room.

"Oh!" I thought I could go to the Upper Realm sooner and find him.

Gazing at the afterglow of the setting sun, the magical forest under the twilight is an unparalleled spectacle. Light and shadow are divided by the straightest lines, the golden hues and indigo ochre pure and flawless, as if sifted through a giant sieve. The wind, day and night, shapes the ridges, slopes, and green trees into undulating waves—waves of exquisite gentleness, without a single ripple. Thus, everywhere is a sense of exhilaration, the sky and earth laid out generously and clearly. The colors are pure to the point of holiness, the atmosphere gentle to the point of sublimity. Under this gentle breeze, the emerald leaves rustle, playing this unique melody, but what this brings to Suiyi is not joyful beauty, but rather a touch of melancholy and wistfulness.

"Master, look how beautiful the sunset is today, but it's also a pity."

"What are you thinking about?" Qingrong came out, patted Suiyi's shoulder, sat down opposite Suiyi, and looked up at the sky.

"Master, why do you want to ascend to immortality?"

"My cultivation time has come, so naturally I must ascend." Qingrong clearly didn't want to say anything more. She sighed, spread her hands, and a tea set appeared. She poured two cups and gave one to Suiyi.

"Master, I want to hear a story."

Qingrong glanced at Suiyi, put down her teacup, looked at the afterglow of the setting sun, and slowly spoke.

"Girl, do you know? In my opinion, life is like flowing water. Wherever it flows, we must learn to adapt to the terrain. In a pipe, we lie low. In a stream, we flow slowly, enjoying the scenery along the way. In a river, we speed up and race with the fish. In the ocean, we stretch out and feel free. The beautiful scenery sculpted by time, the scars piled up by years—we must experience them all to truly move with our hearts, to gather the scenes of the world's nights, to feel a few rays of warmth, and to wish us all well, wherever we are in the passing years. The beauty of life originates from love; if love blossoms, beauty will naturally follow. In this world, as long as there is love..." Wherever we've been, there must be a beautiful scene, a mellow fragrance. Living is a journey of self-cultivation. When we understand love and compassion, we can, with a peaceful heart, experience the hustle and bustle of life, appreciate the myriad aspects of humanity, and enjoy the tranquility of time. All the beautiful moments that can never be returned to are unique and precious times. Fate is a turbulent river, and they stumble and fall, their edges smoothed, becoming slippery pebbles in the river. Only they know that the other once had such a vibrant and spirited youth. And only they know that they once possessed each other.

"Back then, at the prime of my life, I fell head over heels in love with a woman. She was truly beautiful; in my eyes, no words could adequately describe her beauty. I went to great lengths to win her heart, and she gradually reciprocated my feelings. Just when I thought we could be together forever, one day, her family came and forcibly separated us. At our parting, she said she would wait for me. I was heartbroken because her home was so far away, and perhaps this separation would be our last."

"I remember when I was young and full of vigor, I really hated it, hated that lovers in the world couldn't be together. So many years have passed, and I don't know how she is now, or if she's still waiting for me, so I can't give up. I'm not very talented, but fortunately, diligence can make up for it, and I've come to where I am today. I want a real answer."

"Master, is the woman you mentioned from the Upper Immortal Realm?" Sui Yi asked, because apart from life and death being the greatest distance, there was only one question: the two of them were not in the same world.

"Hmm! Two hundred years ago, for some reason, a lot of experts suddenly came to our place. They looked much younger than us, but their strength was far beyond ours. Later, she told me her identity, and I learned that they were from the Upper Immortal Realm. They came here only to escape a great calamity. Once the calamity is over, they will return to where they belong."

In the celestial realm, two hundred years ago, Sui Yi repeatedly pondered this key phrase.

"Master, do you know if there was a particularly handsome man who came down from the celestial realm back then?"

"I don't know about that. Back then, all the promising talents from the various sects and families above were selected. As long as they were all handsome men and beautiful women, that was fine!"

Sui Yi was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this. Indeed, love is something you can't get involved with; once you do, you'll be constantly thinking about it.

"Master, I also have someone I'm looking for in the Upper Immortal Realm. We've been exchanging information. If I haven't received any ascension notification after a month, I'll probably have to find a way myself!"

Sui Yi really missed Qi Muzhi, and now that she had finished the mission, she couldn't stop missing him.

Inside a room filled with array formations at Xuanfeng Sect, Ah Xing was captured, struggling and kicking his legs.

"What? Trying to run away?" The boy's sinister voice came out, his unhurried tone making Ah Xing freeze.

"Hmph! You bullied me, I didn't expect you to cheat." Ah Xing was angry. She had thought that Zi You had a particularly familiar aura, but she didn't expect it to be that guy, who was lurking next to Sui Sui.

"It seems you haven't taken the task I assigned you to heart, has it?"

“I did my best, and you even took action yourself, didn’t you? It still didn’t work. I don’t believe you can’t see that in the months you spent with Sui Sui, even if she has no memory of it, she only saw you as her younger brother.”

Ziyou raised his eyelids, and his hand movements slowly tightened, making Axing feel like he couldn't breathe.

"I...I know that what you feel for Sui Sui isn't love, but jealousy and resentment. Sui Sui was completely devoted to you back then, but later she fell in love with Qi Muzhi and paid little attention to you anymore, so you were very unhappy and did bad things at every turn. Even the misunderstanding between Sui Sui and Qi Muzhi was caused by you." A Xing loudly accused Zi You.

"So what if it's me? Qi Muzhi has no right to be loved by my sister, and he hurt her so deeply. If Qi Muzhi hadn't been so shameless, how could my sister have fallen in love with him?" Ziyou was furious as she said this, feeling very unbalanced. Back then, Qi Muzhi used all sorts of tricks to deceive my sister, and some fools still fell for it.