Chen Yi shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "It’s just filling in your mental activities for you."

When she spoke, her tone often had little fluctuation. It had been this way since the previous life. After becoming husband and wife, the uninhibited Chen Yi would occasionally tease her this way, because at that time, he was stronger than her, and thus could be so affectionate.

And now, unknowingly, it was the same again, as if they had returned to the distant past yesterday.

Thus, there was no need to pretend to be distant anymore, no need to avoid talking about it. This lifetime’s first time together didn’t need to be ceremonious; returning to yesterday was enough.

Chen Yi moved his body, speaking out, "In this condition, wanting is a bit difficult."

Zhou Yitang replied with a smile, "Why not?"

Unexpectedly, Chen Yi’s face turned a shade paler in fear, almost feeling phantom pain. He was severely injured, while his master returned to peak condition.

Thankfully, Zhou Yitang, as a teacher, still said, "Then go to your Heart Lake."

Chen Yi’s eyes lit up at this suggestion; it was indeed feasible. Humans have three bodies: the physical body, the energy body, and the spiritual body. When these three bodies unite, they form the flesh body. Putting aside the energy body, the physical body is the external body seen by the naked eye, while the spiritual body consists of the three souls and Seven Spirits. For a cultivator, focusing on one body can make that body tangible. For non-cultivators, naturally, only the external physical body is tangible; other bodies can only become tangible through cultivation.

Simply put, with his current cultivation and Taoist Skill, he could easily manipulate the three bodies and enter the Heart Lake. Here, he was no longer an ethereal spirit but had tangible form.

Chen Yi chuckled, "Let’s go."

The words had been spoken, so what was there to wait for?

......

Even though it wasn’t Zhou Yitang’s first time visiting Chen Yi’s Heart Lake, as she set foot, she still froze for a moment.

In front of her was Cangwu Peak.

Tall Fir trees stretched towards the sky, the outlines of mountain ranges mirroring memories, with endless mists in the distance.

Previously absorbed by him, the indistinct obsessions wandered over Cangwu Peak. Rather than deplete this Heart Lake, under unconscious Sword Intent guidance, they subtly built upon it.

This place was so similar to her Heart Lake, only it was more lively, more abundant, closer to the real Cangwu Peak.

Chen Yi was slightly surprised but not confused; before he left, he saw those obsessions constructing this place. He hadn’t expected Cangwu Peak to rise so quickly in such a short time.

Coming to her senses, Zhou Yitang descended slowly from the mountain path, suddenly asking:

"Where is she?"

"You are so eager to find her, just so you can continue being comfortably my master?" Chen Yi exposed.

"Better than being your wife," she retorted indifferently.

As her words fell, Chen Yi should have been left speechless, but Zhou Yitang turned her head abruptly, only to find he was gone.

Where did he go?

Moonlight traversed the mountains, whispers of wind, Cangwu Peak’s Fir Forest stood tall, yet Chen Yi’s figure was nowhere to be found, leaving Zhou Yitang momentarily puzzled.

After a time, branches swayed, and for an instant, breath was felt on her neck; he had embraced her from behind.

Zhou Yitang was momentarily startled, forgetting his severe injuries in reality meant she forgot this was his Heart Lake, where he was the master here.

Chen Yi hugged her tightly, lightly smelled her hair, cheerily saying, "Come."

This abrupt affront, Zhou Yitang instinctively wanted to turn and slash him with her hand acting as a sword, as it fell upon him, he narrowly caught her wrist, placing a vividly blooming peony in her hand.

The one-armed woman fell silent.

With only one hand, she couldn’t refuse the peony.

Zhou Yitang brushed the flower with her eyes, entirely unperturbed, she knew Chen Yi’s intention was merely to pry open her heart, but they had known each other for so long, why perform such a redundant act?

She replied plainly, "Come."

Chen Yi held her hand, not letting go, entering the house, turned on the lamp, illuminating their faces.

When the clothes fell away,

Her beauty was beyond dispute.

His gaze, Zhou Yitang neither avoided nor hid from it, his hands she did not shy from, with her arm in the light resembling a radiant frosty column, she stood like a sculpture, while in Chen Yi’s eyes rose a solitary figure.

Like when they first met, traversing the long mountain path, looking up beyond the Firs at a lone woman.

The smoke dissipates, clouds vanish, mountains eternally silent,

Under the skyward Firs are buried the silent obsessions of two lives.

Mountain ranges, vines, the woman, like living solitary within this world.

He had an impulse to shatter this solitude, wanting to tear it apart in domineering fashion.

She remained silent, staring at him without yielding, instead looking down as she had always done, despite being near, her gaze seemed to push him away.

"Don’t you miss it?" he asked.

"I do, but I don’t care," she replied.

Even now, the two remained entangled.

Shadowed moonlight, Fir-like clouds drift beyond the window, mountain ranges connect to the sky, the one-armed woman seemingly blending into these cold scenes, still so distant from emotion. Chen Yi naturally knew how to deal with it, inch by inch soothing.

To know the heavens will rain, the sword sounds keen.

Thus,

The shore covered in dark gray earth, lead-gray ripples licked the banks, sounding like a puppy drinking water.

For long, long,