Cultivation: I Can Reincarnate Into Various Worlds-Chapter 663 - 337, Snow falls on our heads, you and I have already grown old together_3

Xu Xing stood atop the snowy peak, hands behind his back. After glancing at Wu Miao, he spoke.

The wisdom of a Dao Pill Cultivator far surpasses that of ordinary officials. Even the worst of them, after much experience, could see the reason behind his actions. Moreover, Wu Miao is considered by Sect Master Fang to be the successor to the Starfall Sect's leadership position. She couldn't be so foolish as to not see this point.

"For power," Wu Miao said after a pause.

"Zuoqiu Ying was once Ruan Baimei's fiancée. Later, through my intervention, she became the one I married to form an alliance with the Nanhua Sect..." Xu Xing continued, "In Crow Saintess's view, can this emotional bond compare to the one between you and me?"

He turned his head, his gaze returning to Wu Miao as he posed the question.

Snowflakes from the Snow Mountain drifted down, landing on Wu Miao's dark hair and slender shoulders, blanketing them in a thin layer.

Wu Miao stood silently, offering no reply.

"So, Crow Saintess, you chose the Starfall Sect instead of Xu Mou."

Xu Xing smiled. He retracted his aura, extended his palm, and caught a handful of white snowflakes drifting down from the sky.

The snowflakes melted in his palm, the water trickling between his fingers and dripping off the cliff's edge.

Xu Mou has always prided himself on his cold and indifferent nature. Why? Because I have seen enough of the world's fickle warmth and fleeting emotions. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Some people read books and fall in love with the romance and beauty depicted—the snow, the moon, the flowers," Xu Xing said, his voice calm. "Others sneer at such things, for they see only the cold indifference of human nature..."

A scholar need not leave home to understand the affairs of the world. Having read many books, he understood life's joys and sorrows, its constant flux. Therefore, he had chosen to observe the world with detachment, careful not to let emotions sway him or obstruct his Immortal Journey.

However, no matter how heartless or cold he tried to be, a few fleeting figures had still crossed his path on his Dao journey. Zhao Yunniang and Wu Miao were two such people.

"Master Xu, you should know that I am never just an individual. I... am the Saintess of the Starfall Sect, the next Sect Master."

Wu Miao's beautiful demeanor was cold and aloof as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Xu Xing, her voice devoid of joy or sorrow.

"Xu Mou understands."

Xu Xing nodded, saying no more.

Back then, Zhao Yunniang, in her phoenix robe, had bowed to him, willing to give up her Immortal Journey... Now, Wu Miao had made a choice entirely different from that of his late wife. Xu Xing knew. Neither of them was wrong.

The two stood in silence until snow covered their heads and lay thick upon their shoulders.

"Master Xu, half a day has passed!"

After half a day, Wu Miao used her Magic Power to clear the accumulated snow from her body, then spoke to remind Xu Xing.

Xu Xing nodded, flicked his sleeve robe, and led Wu Miao away from the Northern Wilderness Snow Mountain, delivering her to Sect Master Fang's side.

Xu Xing's gaze fell upon the two women. Bowing slightly, he said, "Xu Mou... wishes Sect Master Fang and Crow Saintess a long and prosperous Dao journey. We part ways here."

Whether it was him or Wu Miao, the choice made today meant it would be difficult for them to meet again in the future.

"May Master Xu also have a long and prosperous Immortal Journey."

Sect Master Fang glanced at Wu Miao, then at Xu Xing. Understanding the unspoken resolution, a strained smile touched her lips as she returned Xu Xing's bow.

The formalities concluded, she placed a hand on Wu Miao's shoulder and, employing the Nascent Soul Escape Technique, departed from Butian Sect territory with her.

The Escaping Light flared. As it carried them away, Wu Miao glanced back. Under the bright Great Sun, the lingering snow on Xu Xing's form gradually melted.

His figure, too, slowly faded into the sunlight, eventually vanishing without a trace.

If our paths on the Dao cross again someday, perhaps we will be as strangers.

Wu Miao's lips curved into a subtle, beautiful smile, just as they had at their parting all those years ago.