A quarter of an hour later, several men landed on top of a volcano.

Halfway up an active volcano where magma can erupt at any time, there is a thatched hut.

There are a lot of flowers and plants in the thatched hut, and they are very clean.

It's just that the atmosphere here is very different from the surrounding fairy mountains.

Lin Qinghan took a few people inside, and the next moment, the big array fell.

At the same time, the light yellow spirit butterfly flew out of Chu Yan's sleeve, inciting its wings and flying in the direction of Lin Qinghan.

Lin Qinghan turned around and was about to speak, when he saw the spirit butterfly coming towards him.

Feeling the familiar breath, the boy was stunned.

He couldn't believe it.

There was even a moment when I felt like I was dreaming.

Actually, he was looking forward to it too much, right?

So hallucinations were created.

Over the years, self-blame, guilt, and longing have eroded his heart day after day.

He attained enlightenment, but he never let go of her one day.

At this moment, Lin Qinghan only felt that there was only silence between heaven and earth, and his deep eyes were full of disbelief.

The spirit butterfly slowly flipped its wings and came towards him.

It was a long time before he heard his hoarse voice sound,

"Yun He?"

Is it her?

The spirit butterfly slowly fell to the boy's fingertips, gently rubbing his fingertips, and the flow of aura around him fluctuated with the boy's mood.

The tears that had been accumulated for a long time in Lin Qinghan's eyes finally fell, and he cautiously held the spirit butterfly with both hands, and his slightly trembling voice was full of joy,

"It's really you."

He raised his eyes to look at Sang Luo, the tears on his face were not dry, and he spoke abruptly,

"Where did you find her?"

Sang Luo glanced at Chu Yanshu and said,

"It was Chu Yanshu who fished her out of the river of life and death."

On Yun He's way to Changsheng, Chu Yanshu happened to fall into the river of life and death, cutting off her life and death and bringing her out of reincarnation.

Lin Qinghan lowered his eyes and looked at the spirit butterfly at his fingertips, carefully raised his hand to touch her wings, and spoke softly,

"Thank you."

Chu Yanshu also looked at the spirit butterfly at his fingertips, and reminded,

"Xie doesn't need to, it's just that she only has one soul left now, and it is difficult to cultivate the Great Dao."

Moreover, in the former Cangwu Fourteen Continents, Yun He's qualifications were not top-notch.

Now that I'm in the fairy realm, it's only above average.

It is even more difficult to build a road.

"It's okay."

Lin Qinghan spoke slowly, with a smile on the corner of his lips,

"I'll wait for her, stay with her until she comes back again."

Chu Yanshu listened to his head.

Duan Wuxian next to him felt a little surprised, he looked at the tear stain on Lin Qinghan's face, and said to Sang Luo,

"This guy is so strong, he can cry?"

Moreover, he is also a ruthless Taoist monk.

Look at the breath, the ruthless Tao has been completed.

However, how can a ruthless person still have emotions?

Sang Luo didn't answer Duan Wuxian's question, but instead asked him,

"What kind of path are you cultivating?"

Why do you feel this guy so blunt?

Originally, I thought he was a smart person.

But the more time we get along, the more I feel that his brain is not very good.

Duan Wuxian listened, and said with a natural expression,

"Life and death!"

He inherited the mantle of his ancestors, and his cultivation is naturally the way of life and death.

However, there are very few people who have achieved great success in this way.

So he's always been very Buddhist.

After all, if he can't cultivate, others shouldn't be able to cultivate either.

As for if he can't cultivate it, but someone else does.

Duan Wuxian treats it as a pervert.