At the same time.
In the mystical Secret Realm.
Winter passed and spring came, spring passed and winter came.
Cycles repeated.
In a quiet place, filled with birdsong and floral fragrance.
Fang Yu and Ye Wenjun sat face to face, meditating with their eyes closed.
Whenever they opened their eyes, they would see each other; when Fang Yu opened his eyes, Ye Wenjun would close hers, and when Ye Wenjun opened her eyes, Fang Yu would close his.
In this way, they passed an uncountable number of springs and autumns.
This was truly a world for just the two of them.
It's said that when you're with the one you love, time flies.
Ye Wenjun didn't quite feel this, but Fang Yu deeply experienced it.
Fang Yu had once cultivated in a Secret Realm for ten thousand years and understood the vast differences in this world; even though it felt like only a dozen hours, over thirty thousand years had passed. This was different from the slow-turning Secret Realm behind Tiandu Mountain.
