Time of cultivation is ageless, as there are no sixty-year cycles in the mountains.
Time leisurely passes by, in an instant, it was just a blink of the eyes, two years have passed.
Within the Longevity Sect, the spring is emerging and the flowers are blossoming, the east wind blows as the rain moistens the moss.
Chen Dengming listens to the rain outside the cave, leniently watching Xu Wei's spiritual body float out from the paper figure, flying into the Soul House with fatigue, his heart filled with sorrow and helplessness.
Two years have passed, he has indeed become stronger with cultivation, but Xu Wei's soul power has become weaker and weaker, almost he is at the brink of exhaustion.
The so-called death is like a lamp extinguished, Xu Wei was once violently killed, but her soul was saved by him in time, and her soul is not dissipated, that is, the oil of the lamp is not exhausted, and the lamp is not yet extinguished.
