The Yin-Sealing Curse

My mother shoved me in front of an exceptionally handsome man and said firmly, “If you want to live, either marry him or become his disciple!” So, in tears, I became Fu Huaiyuan’s disciple. From then on, we wandered the world together, locked in a fight to the death. I pressed my blade to Fu Huaiyuan’s neck. “Did you put this accursed Immortal Spirit Curse on me?” He was as radiant as the moon, and replied softly, “I’m already too busy pining for someone. When would I have had time to curse you?” “Then why aren’t you staying up in the Ninth Heaven, pining away? What are you doing down here in the mortal world?” “After all... meeting is better than pining from afar.”