Ying Zijin slowly looked up.
The vast universe, countless stars.
There are nebulae, black holes, and various particles that humans have yet to research.
Now, before her eyes, there was only this purple robe, floating and swirling.
Familiar eyebrows and eyes, familiar features, even the expression and tone were no different from the past.
This friend of hers who she shared life and death with has always been this kind of person.
Arrogant and unrestrained, unparalleled.
Yet very emotional.
In the former Spirit Cultivation World, they risked their lives together countless times.
This was her friend for life and death, and the only one.
Jun Muqian.
Desolate Ancient Co-ruler, Jun Muqian.
Time at this moment seemed to shuttle back to many years ago.
That year, they broke into the Underworld, killed Yama, seized the Book of Life and Death, she said the same—
Jun Muqian, long time no see.
——We walk separately, meet at the peak.
Ying Zijin’s eyelashes trembled slightly, she laughed softly: "Of course, long time no see."
Jun Muqian stepped forward, suddenly hugging her, her voice hoarse: "Long time no see!"
Ying Zijin raised her hand, hugging the woman in the purple robe back, sighing softly: "Indeed, it’s been a long time."
"You’ve changed." Jun Muqian looked up, gazing at her face, "If you had become ugly, I wouldn’t want to recognize you."
Ying Zijin slightly raised an eyebrow: "Don’t worry, if I had become unsightly, I’d get plastic surgery before finding you."
Time has passed for a long time, but the friendship hasn’t changed.
Seeing you again, you are still you, and I am still me.
Jun Muqian closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes already red, her throat moved with difficulty, her voice even hoarser: "Ten years, I still found you, I didn’t give up."
Initially, she only sensed unusual energy fluctuations here, just planning to see who, like her, was wandering in the universe.
Coincidentally, her hands itched too, she could have a fight.
Unexpectedly, it was an old acquaintance.
Time has passed for so long, the heart-wrenching feeling of Ying Zijin’s death in front of her hasn’t faded even now.
Finally, they were able to meet once again.
All the price paid for this, was worth it.
Fu Yunshen turned his head slightly, his expression relaxing.
It seems, this is the friend his girl always mentions.


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