I am deeply grateful for the kindness shown to me by my senior, Xiyuan, but it is a pity that I will probably never have the chance to repay it in this lifetime.

Mortals can never comprehend how powerful and mysterious the gods are.

Overnight, the people of the world forgot about the holy monk Wu'e.

When Wu'ai woke up, the novice monk who brought him food was still kind to him, but he addressed him as "Layman Wu'ai".

Rather than a holy monk.

Wu Ai was only stunned for a moment, then smiled and accepted it all.

When Xi Yuan visited again, he said, "Let's go."

Wu Ai smiled, picked up the bundle she had already packed, and said gently, "Okay."

Xiyuan doesn't rush, and neither does Wu'ai.

The two of them neither rode horses nor took carriages; they simply wore veils, carried their luggage, and strolled leisurely, stopping and starting at their own pace.

Wu Ai is an easy person to get along with. Even if you don't talk, you won't feel awkward around him.

His aura was full of inclusiveness, and the cold, stern, and oppressive atmosphere of Xiyuan around him unconsciously softened.

Wu'ai looked like a god, but he was not someone who couldn't endure hardship or didn't know how to take care of others. On the contrary, during this journey together, he knew how to make fire and cook, how to find his way, and how to drive away wild animals.

He is a vegetarian, does not kill animals, and rescues animals, but he does not force Xiyuan to follow his example. When Xiyuan eats meat, he simply avoids it.

Xi Yuan was the kind of person who, regardless of how others treated her, would always retaliate in kind.

While Wu Ai respected and cared for her, Xi Yuan reluctantly agreed to consider Wu Ai's feelings as well, sharing wild fruits, vegetables, and dry rations with him.

Naturally, since they gave up eating meat, Xiyuan stopped looking for food, as everything was prepared by Wu'ai.

She didn't say that she ate meat merely to satisfy her taste buds and didn't actually need to eat. When offered the dish, she took it without comment.

Wu Ai is a kind-hearted lay Buddhist who is very knowledgeable about Buddhism. There are many things about him that are worth learning.

Kind people are great. Xiyuan gradually began to take him seriously and slowly became willing to discuss some things with him.

Xi Yuan was arrogant, but she gradually learned to respect and acknowledge outstanding people.

Perhaps she should really seal away her magic and experience the life of an ordinary person.

After communicating with Wu Ai, Xi Yuan had this idea for the first time.

The Suppressing Pearl was placed in his chest, and the magical power circulating throughout his body immediately stagnated and became uncontrollable.

Wu Ai woke up in the middle of the night and saw a girl sitting by the campfire with a cold expression. She was clumsily poking at the fire with a tree branch in her hand. Her black hair was like clouds and her dark eyes showed focus and seriousness.

Wu Ai didn't ask about the changes in her appearance; he simply got up and told her the secrets to a good life.

When the firelight finally flickered, the cold pupils of Xiyuan reflected a warm hue, as if a fleeting, pure, innocent smile had appeared within them. The unfathomable ice in those eyes seemed to melt a little.

Wu Ai still looked at her with gentle and peaceful eyes, his gaze calm and indifferent, just as before.

Without her magical powers, many things became less convenient. Wu'ai wasn't surprised; she simply calmly taught her everything again, one by one.

Whether Xiyuan was a highly accomplished Taoist master or an ordinary girl, Wu'ai's behavior never changed when the two of them were together.

This is a promising young person with a pure heart, a deep affinity for Buddhism, and great insight.

Xi Yuan didn't know why he didn't shave his head, nor did he care about that.

In fact, the lives of ordinary people are worth experiencing. They consider everything from clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and a day is very short.

Therefore, most of the busyness of ordinary people is for survival.

When Xiyuan felt tired, hungry, or sick, she gradually began to experience the joys and sorrows of ordinary life.

Life is not bitter, because it is the bitterness, toil, and pain that make the happiness and joy of other times stand out.

Xiyuan is like a child who has grown up so late, and the innocence and curiosity of the little girl who was sealed away under the shadow of her chuunibyou are gradually being revived.

She began to wonder, if people are like this, then why does Wu Ai look different from people?

One day, when Wu Ai opened his eyes during meditation, he saw Xi Yuan staring at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of inquiry.

Since her hair turned black, she's become more and more like a young girl every day.

Wu Ai didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

Deep down, Wu Ai really wanted her senior to be happy.

As for why he had this idea, Wu Ai didn't want to delve into it. He had a vague premonition that the root of that idea might lead him to utter ruin.

Xi Yuan remained cold and aloof, seemingly quiet, but his demeanor grew increasingly calm, no longer aggressive or intimidating.

When she stepped into the Tianshan Mountains, she was still the same person, dressed the same way, except for her hair and eye color, she was exactly the same as when she left the mountains.

But to Su Ji and Qing Lian, who rushed over, they found that their ethereal young lady, the Imperial Preceptor, had suddenly become more human.

Upon closer inspection, the stunningly handsome Hermit Wu Ai, with his jet-black hair and a moon-white monk's robe, stood there quietly, resembling a pair of celestial beings with Xi Yuan.

Suji suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth, so bitter and astringent that he almost couldn't control his expression.

Xi Yuan walked towards Su Ji and Qing Lian, looked up at Su Ji who had a respectful and proper smile, and suddenly said, "Su Ji."

"Grand Preceptor..." Su Ji controlled the calmness of his tone.

Xi Yuan stared at him for a while, then looked at Qing Lian, who was looking excited, and reached out to hug her.

Qinglian was completely dumbfounded.

"I'm back."

Xiyuan is truly different now.

She gained warmth.

Qinglian was so excited she couldn't speak. Suji paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. The two of them walked together towards home through the West Garden.

Wu Ai stood alone in the snow, the smile on her face gradually fading.

Suji seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around.

The man, whose beauty seemed otherworldly, gazed at the refined and gentle young man from a distance for a long while before calmly parting their eyes.