[Within the three thousand realms, life is but a fleeting dream; all things are empty, yet I roam at ease.]
[An early work with a shameful history: abandoned mid-story. Please don’t read it.]
Su Tang was the Cloudglory Sword Immortal a hundred and eighty years ago. But as a pure-yang cultivator, he had never been in love, and his ascension failed.
When he emerged from seclusion again, he was revered as an Ancestor.
Wherever his sword pointed, none could stand against him.
The gentle sect leader: “The Ancestor is so bad.”
The icy female general: “Why is a grown man so hesitant?”
The adorable white tiger: “Brother Su is the best.”
The demonic maiden: “Su Tang? Sugartang? That must be so sweet.”
It was a contest of wits between Su Tang and her.
No matter how long it took, he would find that one true answer.
[Multiple heroines, but not brainless; no System; a side couple features a romance between two women.]
