Within the ice coffin, Yun Rong was not always in a deep slumber, day and night.
The wooden Spirit Root that had cultivated her into a Venerable Immortal was so powerful that, within a few short months, that force had reawakened her.
She could not leave the ice coffin, though; she could hear the sounds of the outside world, but she was unable to convey her own voice to it.
He was very happy about the night she awoke. In the ancient city, desolate and uninhabited, he found a wind chime marked by rust spots, hung it in front of the ice coffin with vines, and its clear tinkling sound rang forth to alleviate her loneliness.
Fang Geyu felt that this couple always had their unique way of being together.
Despite having fallen into this state, tumbling into the dust, the two of them managed to live a fulfilling life, pure and without regrets.
She often saw him, in the deep of the night, take shelter in the forest, with a solitary bonfire flickering in the deserted mountains.
