In this world of cultivators, the rare event of reunion was always the most cherished, the most precious, and the most emotional. This was especially so for mortal cultivators who died and lived uncertain lives for the ultimate pursuit of greater cultivation.
There were times when the one you yearned to meet in this world had already left before you. There were times when they lived, but they suffered unimaginable horrors. There were times when they survived their tribulations and thrived in a far-off land, perhaps even having forgotten about the one who yearns for them, the one who prays for them hourly.
This situation was not remotely like that.
(Nods)