Wang Zijia spoke his words with a sense of weariness, his face etched with loneliness. A unique solitude radiated from him.
In the glow of the setting sun, his golden figure seemed out of place in this world.
Xiang Feifei stared at Wang Zijia, her eyes glazed over in surprise.
She had always felt that Wang Zijia harbored a profound loneliness, as though he were somehow separated from the world, observing everything with a cold and distant gaze.
She had previously dismissed this as an illusion, but once she discovered that he was a reincarnated Sword Immortal, she understood — it wasn't an illusion.
It was the loneliness and isolation that came from being from a different era!
She gently leaned into Wang Zijia's arms, saying, "I will walk beside you for the rest of our journey!"
"Hmm," was Wang Zijia's soft reply. He stared off into the sunset, not saying anything more.
...
The following day, in Sword Burial Valley.
