(Master-disciple love. Three generations of love, no NTR, slightly sadistic.)
There are two kinds of people in the world. One type is the immortal cultivator, who has a bright future and attracts much attention. One type is a mortal who only lives a hundred years. Even if he has a talent that is jealous of God, it is just a flash in the pan.
Time, like fetching water from a bamboo basket, is in vain.
