Lu Yang's heart was kind, and he could tell that Qinghe was putting on a brave face. Although the two of them were in competition, they were both servants of the same master, so there was no need for their relationship to be so tense.
He offered her some comforting words, but it seemed to make Senior Qinghe even sadder.
The depth of a servant's devotion, seeing only the Immortal Soul of the Fairy left, made Lu Yang sigh with emotion. He had never experienced such feelings himself; he had known the Fairy from the first day only as an Immortal Soul and had grown accustomed to it.
Lu Yang was always honest; unless he had experienced something himself, he wouldn't say something like "Senior Qinghe, I understand you."
It seemed that it was best for the Fairy to stay in the Spiritual Space from now on, and he wouldn't mention the matter of condensing an Immortal Body to Senior Qinghe anymore, to avoid bringing up painful memories.