Lianyi was the name given by Xie Changji. The bloodlines of the three palaces and nine clans in the Western Territory must follow the surname of the palace master. Hua Lianyi is the future successor of the Hehuan Palace and must abide by this rule.

"Master uncle is with me."

Xie Changji explained, and after thinking for a moment, he added, "He likes sympathy."

“Old people like children.”

Hua Xiangwan answered nonchalantly. The two of them paused for a while while enjoying the breeze, and then Xie Changji said, "I feel like we can leave this little world at any time."

"Even the sky has split, so we can leave naturally."

Hua Xiangwan said, turning to look at Xie Changji: "But are you planning to leave?"

"You have to show mercy." Xie Changji said, "Otherwise you can't leave."

"Then we have to wait until she ascends."

Hua Xiangwan looked at something not far away: "Xue Zidan told me that if he couldn't find a solution within 20 years, he would let me chop him off."

"May he live longer then."

Xie Changji spoke calmly, and Hua Xiangwan couldn't help laughing when she heard what he said.

After a while, Hua Xiangwan slowly said, "Changji, I want to... wait for my brothers and sisters to come back here."

"Um."

"They say that after their reincarnation, they will come back."

"good."

"Yun Chang is still waiting for Second Senior Brother, I have to accompany him."

"good."

"We will cure Pity and she will grow up healthy."

"Um."

"We will have a good, long life in the future."

"I know."

"Thank you, Changji."

Hua Xiangwan called him, and Xie Changji turned his head. The woman was standing in the wind, her hair slightly messy, and her eyes were a little gentle: "What were you thinking when you realized the truth with your last sword?"

"you."

Xie Changji spoke without hesitation.

Hua Xiangwan was not surprised. She tilted her head and said, "Then do you know what I'm thinking?"

Xie Changji didn't say anything. Hua Xiangwan approached him and said, "It's you too."

Xie Changji felt his heart soften a little as he listened to her words.

The last sword probes the deepest part of a person's heart.

There is not a single word that speaks of love, yet there is not a single word that is not love.

They looked at each other quietly in the night. After a long time, Xie Changji lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

The wind chimes of the Yunfu Tower rang, and their swords clashed and made crisp sounds.

While rubbing the corner of her clothes, Hua Xiangwan looked at the starry sky, and she had a vague illusion.

She had come a long, long way in her life to finally get here.

I carried my sword and traveled thousands of miles, and after many twists and turns, I finally knew that you were my true love.

My flowers bloom towards the evening.

My Xie Changji.