He is willing to cultivate for another three thousand years to help Xia Suyu survive this calamity. It's not that he doesn't love her, but compared to the lives of people in the world, what does their love mean? (Save a file here, hehe?)
They are all masters who write hundreds of thousands or millions of words. As soon as I come to Jinjiang, I feel like a snail should just huddle up in its shell and sleep...