I don’t know the origin of love.

Maybe it's because of the long-term love, the desire is exhausted, and only the emotion is left.

Maybe it was the spring breeze that passed by, and my mind moved slightly, causing ripples.

Maybe the heat from her delicate body spread to her mind, burning her and making her unable to distinguish between north and south and east and west.

High Priest Linlang didn't speak anymore, and looked at Zhao Wujiang with eyes that seemed to span a thousand years.

The two thoughtful people touched each other's noses and soon kissed each other's lips.

The kiss became deeper and deeper, as if the other person was being integrated into his flesh and blood.

Another lingering affair.

Only this time, there seemed to be something more.

And more of these affections may be the true meaning of dual cultivation.

Dual cultivation is the blending and refining of lust. The word lust comes first, and the word love comes first.

This is why, when Zhao Wujiang and Su Huayi practiced together, their cultivation progressed very quickly, but when they practiced together with the high priest before, their cultivation progressed more slowly.

It was obviously lingering for a whole day and night, but the effect was not much.

Firstly, it is that the heavenly ladder is difficult to cross, and secondly, the previous word lust is more about desire.

Go deeper.

The two of them lingered endlessly until dawn.

Finally, the high priest raised his neck and chanted.

Zhao Wujiang touched the aura of heaven level, rushed over, and officially became a heaven level powerhouse.

The moment he became a heaven-level powerhouse, he seemed to feel a thick layer of fog covering the sky and the earth. Behind the fog, he could faintly see fragments.

This feeling was fleeting, but it was deeply etched in Zhao Wujiang's mind.

High Priest Linlang's hair was wet, and she looked at Zhao Wujiang. She held Zhao Wujiang's cheeks with both hands, and then pressed Zhao Wujiang to her body, hugging him tightly, unwilling to let go.

She murmured in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly:

"Man, just stay in the grassland, okay?"

Zhao Wujiang has reached the heaven level, and the oath that bound the two of them also ended at this moment. The high priest didn't know how to keep Zhao Wujiang, so she could only sincerely hope that Zhao Wujiang would not leave.

"Okay." Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows and smiled gently:

"Should I stay on the grassland of the Jade Chamber Palace or your grassland?"

The high priest hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly. She knew that Zhao Wujiang's smile meant he wanted to leave.

She also knew that after knowing part of the truth, she would not be able to keep a man like Zhao Wujiang unless everything came to an end.

Zhao Wujiang is a man who will never admit defeat, let alone compromise.

No matter what we face, we will never take a step back, we will only move forward.

"Since you can't bear to part with me as a man, I promise you that I will come back." Zhao Wujiang kissed the high priest's forehead, then wanted to get up, and chuckled:

"But today, I'm going to show you what it means to be ruthless with your sword!"

High Priest Linlang did not let go, even if Zhao Wujiang stood up, she was still hanging on Zhao Wujiang, biting her red lips, frowning, and asked:

"If one day..."

"There is no if." Zhao Wujiang's brows were gentle, he hugged the high priest's round buttocks and said with a smile:

"I will see you for a thousand days, but you will eventually see each other again."

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Quietness is the shengxiao of parting.

Zhao Wujiang left the Jade Chamber Palace on a snowy night.

The last ones to see off were the little princess Guli Keli who looked reluctant to leave, and the howling snow wolf Xiaobai.

And at the entrance of the ancestral palace in the distance, a beautiful figure in red clothes is like fire, with unparalleled elegance.

Zhao Wujiang glanced back and smiled softly. He pressed the brim of his hat, turned around and blended into the wind and snow.

During the trip to the Jade Account, he got many answers and also had many doubts.

The heavy wind and snow between heaven and earth were like the fog in his heart.

He couldn't see the way forward clearly, but so what?

He still rode forward, a lone traveler in the wind and snow.

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, travel has its own territory, but his light has no boundaries!
Chapter completed!