The nights of the Sea of Void were chilly, with a sea breeze whistling, yet it did not chill one to the bone.
On a secluded island, the bonfire's light flickered like the stars in the deep night, ethereal and on the verge of vanishing at any moment.
Fang Wang and Zhou Xue sat in meditation beside the fire, shoulder to shoulder. They did not speak, each absorbed in their own thoughts.
Fang Wang didn't feel awkward; instead, he found it very comfortable. Just sitting quietly like this was quite nice, thinking of nothing and doing nothing.
A long time passed.
Zhou Xue broke the silence, asking, "Are you really deciding not to ascend?"
Fang Wang turned his head to look at Zhou Xue, and asked with a smile, "What? You don't wish for me to stay in the mortal realm anymore? Didn't you agree before?"