He said, "Go back and rest. In two days, I'll send you off."
Li Hao and Shi Miao refrained from saying more or asking further questions, bid farewell to their master, and retreated to the small courtyard at the mountaintop.
Di Wushe and Zhan Qinghuang stayed in the hall, as the Dao Origin Immortal Emperor had other instructions for them.
At the mountaintop, the clouds and mist were silent, and time seemed to pass extremely slowly here.
In the small courtyard with the fence, Li Hao sat by the zither table while Shi Miao sat on the swing, neither speaking.
They could feel that this might be the calm before a great battle, and these two days might be their last in this little courtyard.
"Three hundred years..."
Shi Miao looked around with eyes full of affection, sighed softly, and said, "Though it's far from enough, I'm already quite content."
Li Hao gazed at her silently and slowly said, "I will always be there in the future."
