He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 164 Not Too Early, Not Too Late

164,

Song Kaiyang?

Leng Huan was stunned, a barrage of questions flooding her mind, but she had no time to ask any more. She simply performed the disciple's salute and hurriedly headed to the wind formation where Fu Xun had disappeared.

Song Kaiyang called out to him, "Wait—"

Along with his words rang out a rapid series of bells, ding-ding, ding-ding…

It's Fu Xun!

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled as I heard his voice ringing in my ears, still so familiar, "Leng Huan, where are you?"

"Wait till I come pick you up."

Before Leng Huan could reply to either of his two sentences, he hung up.

"..." Leng Huan glanced at the bell, then at Song Kaiyang who was seriously trying to suppress a laugh, and his lips twitched. "Uncle-Master, Fu Xun will be here soon."

Song Kaiyang nodded: "Let's wait." After taking a few steps, he waved his hand: "The spiritual energy here is so dense?"

Rich? Leng Huan hadn't noticed it before, but now that you mention it, it's definitely true!

The spiritual energy in the entire snow sea is now the same as the surrounding area! Is it because the invisible barrier has been broken?

What used to seem like an endless void in the distance is now a snow-capped mountain. Climbing high and looking into the distance, the view is no longer obstructed.

Leng Huan recalled the fragments from earlier. Could it be because of the ice wheel that had transformed into the moon?

The illusion blends perfectly with the real environment, leading Leng Huan to wonder if it's a magical artifact or a divine weapon, possessing such immense power.

The space around her rippled, and white light burst forth... The next instant, Fu Xun appeared in front of her.

Their eyes met.

At this moment, the two looked at each other, as if they had reunited after being separated by thousands of miles. They remained silent for a long time, their feelings complicated, and they didn't know what to say first.

A dozen or so feet away from the two, Song Kaiyang was happily meditating, absorbing spiritual energy to restore his Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

The air was quiet yet gentle, and a slightly chilly breeze ruffled their robes.

For Leng Huan, they had only been apart for a few months, but Fu Xun had not seen her for several years.

"Sister..."

“Well, well…”

The young man and the child spoke at the same time, and Leng Huan finally suppressed the words "Are you alright?" that were practically meaningless.

Look at how dark his skin is, it's two shades darker. How good can it be?

Fu Xun seemed to have been silent for a long time. His throat moved with difficulty, and he slowly uttered, "Son, let me hold you..."

“Okay, he’s grown up now, he’s not easy to hold anymore.” Leng Huan took small steps closer to him, handed Yun Du to him, and raised his hand to give the child his cloak, but Fu Xun refused.

"You can wear it, I won't let him get cold." Fu Xun carefully examined Yun Du, who was already one year and one month old. When he left, the child was only ten months old.

He was strong and healthy, and seeing his son's eyebrows and eyes that resembled his own, and his cold and handsome features, Fu Xun felt a surge of affection.

Looking at Leng Huan again, his features remained unchanged.

Fu Xun, however, looked at his face, which seemed to have been tormented by "life," and Leng Huan wanted to know what he had been through; it must have been very difficult.

These past few months must have been tough.

Fine!

For the first time, she was serious and took the initiative to extend her hand, saying, "You're finally back. I've been waiting for you. Let's go back."

Fu Xun held the child in one arm, channeling his spiritual energy to keep him warm, and with the other hand, he grasped her slender hand and pulled her into his embrace. He couldn't resist resting his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ear. "I've been thinking about you."

Some are waiting, some are thinking.

Do you miss me? Do you miss me? It must be through the cold and heat without ceasing.

"Mmm." Leng Huan remained obediently still, secretly glancing at Song Kaiyang in the distance, feeling a little embarrassed to be so affectionate in front of others.

"Let's go back to the cave first, and tell me what you've been through."

"Okay, I'll tell you slowly when we get back."

The two strolled hand in hand through the snow, seemingly forgetting about flying or teleporting, and seemed to have a lot to talk about.

"Then, should we call your master?"

"No. Don't worry about him. Senior sister, do you know how much time has passed?"

"Well, about three months. I'm calculating based on the full moon, so it might not be accurate. This time is even less accurate than Yun Du's sleep schedule."

"...More or less. But, Senior Sister, I haven't seen you for so long. The other side of this Snow Sea Realm is the Desert Realm, and the flow rate on the two sides is dozens of times different. I spent more than five years alone in the desert."

Upon hearing this, Leng Huan remained silent for a long time.

A gentle breeze rustled the snow.

"Has it been many years?" she asked with a sigh. "What if you hadn't come out when the secret realm closed, and were trapped for thousands of years? Would you still remember us?"

Fu Xun suddenly stopped. "Senior sister, don't joke around. No matter how many years pass, I will never forget you. Memories may lie, but the heart will not."

Leng Huan lowered his head, his heartstrings trembling, as if this was the only thing he could not question.

What have I done to deserve being remembered by others?

At this moment, Leng Huan couldn't be sure whether she had changed Fu Xun or Fu Xun had influenced her.

My hand was held tightly, and I felt a deep warmth.

All she could be sure of was that she was very happy inside.

His safe arrival is an unparalleled joy.

This was the first time she had been sober, waiting for someone every day.

Someone I want to see.

At this moment, Leng Huan didn't even want to think about life. He didn't want to investigate who she really was.

Is it Leng Huanxue, or Leng Huan? Is it the influence of memories or the body's chemical elements? Or, a fusion of both?

None of that matters anymore. Unless Leng Huanxue returns from another dimension.

But can she really do it?

Leng Huan lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes for a brief moment. For a very short instant, her consciousness seemed to travel through time and space, seeing herself from a very distant past, and then rewinding to see the proud young woman.

The two scattered points of light and quickly merged into her current form, her soul.

"Senior sister, what are you thinking about again?" Seeing her quiet for a while, Fu Xun gently moved their clasped hands.

The snow-white light in Leng Huan's eyes vanished. She blinked, then looked up at him with a wink, a smile playing on her lips: "I'm reminded of an ancient saying—"

Taking his hand, Leng Huan adopted a pedantic air, shaking his head and saying, "Today we hold hands and get soaked in the snow, we promise to grow old together in this life."

Fu Xun's eyes softened: "That's not enough. I want to spend countless lifetimes with you, sharing simple joys."

Leng Huan: "...Isn't this too much?"

Fu Xun: "Of course not."

Leng Huan: "Then what if I want to be a man in my next life? A male cultivator!"

Fu Xun: "..."

He was speechless. Leng Huan chuckled and then asked, "You found your master? Were you both trapped? What happened?"

"It's a long story." Fu Xun briefly recounted his experiences over the years, "Later, after reuniting with my master, I discovered the time difference between me and the outside world."

So I desperately wanted to get out, and for the first few years, I didn't dare to stop. I didn't dare to think about what you would do alone on the Southern Continent after leaving the secret realm, and I didn't dare to think about being separated for hundreds or thousands of years...

Amidst the soft rustling of snowflakes, Fu Xun's voice accompanied the falling snow.

Having just found a Daoist partner and been blessed with a son, he must have been going through a lot of hardship in that situation, having to control his cultivation level from declining and spend those empty years.

Leng Huan tightened his grip. He could feel the calluses on his hands. He stopped and looked at Fu Xun's face. It seemed that this time, he really had walked ahead of her.

His eyebrows and eyes were deep, his cheeks were slightly thin, and his features had a mature and unavoidable strength.

The two-year age difference between them has been completely smoothed out by time, and even more so.

After a long silence, she whispered, "Don't be afraid. If you can't come out, wait until the child grows up, then I will attain enlightenment and break this secret realm to come and get you."

Pick me up—Fu Xun finally felt the imprint he left on her heart.

Snowflakes fell, covering the traces of their passage in a fluffy blanket, as if some things were simply hidden but had always existed.

The temperature inside the cave was just right.

The child is already asleep.

"Leng Huan, I'm finally back. You've picked me up."

Just as Leng Huan had covered the child with the corner of the blanket, he was hugged tightly.

She nodded: "Yes, not too early, not too late." Just right.

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