The morning sun shone into the Tianxuan Pavilion, illuminating the delicate face of the jade beauty on the bed.
Qing Yu got up, dressed, and bent down to kiss Xuanzhen on the forehead, whispering in her ear, "I need to go out for a while, I'll be back in half a month at the earliest, or a month at the most."
Xuanzhen, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, looking at Qing Yu quietly for a while before closing them again and saying, "Hmm."
She seemed to see a certain determination in Qing Yu's eyes, a determination that worried her.
But as a partner, she knew that what she needed to do most at this time was to support. All she could do was support.
"Don't worry, I will be back," Qing Yu casually planted a flag, turned around, and walked out of the Tianxuan Pavilion.
After a month, Qing Yu underwent adjustments and refinement, using the powerful Primordial Spirit of the Tao Realm to carry the millennia-old memories given by Emperor Qi Tian.
