I Cultivate the Dao for Love

Once you enter the Daoist sect, your heart is calm as water; once you leave it, your feelings surge like the sea.

In an era when others spurned him, Liu Huai relied on a lifetime of Daoist magic.

With a marriage contract as his warrant, he was betrothed to the gentle and virtuous Xing Shihan.

But through a twist of fate, he ended up marrying Xing Shirou, a woman of chivalrous heart and bold spirit.

Magic clashes on the battlefield; lives are saved and lost in the underworld.

Deep affection grows from the smallest things, and every word and deed touches the heart.

If Heaven shows no mercy, then I would rather journey to the Yellow Springs together.

The peach grove still stands that day, while lotus flowers stretch to the sky, just like my heart.

Leaves fall across the city, and no face can smile; I can only admire the plum blossoms, both our hair turned white.

There is no end to the passing seasons, nor to the heart-piercing pain.