Yan Zhenmu was destined never to live an ordinary life. In her previous life, being beaten to death with a club by her alcoholic father was almost a release. Reborn in this life, she was the sole descendant of a goddess and a vessel for the descent of Nuba, yet she was imprisoned in a dungeon, cut off from the light of day.
It was not until a deity appeared that Bai Yunshu said he would take her away, marry her, and give her freedom.
Since she had to fight against fate, she naturally gave it everything she had and fought with all her might.
"Have you heard? The proprietress of the Half-Immortal Inn was killed by her fiance. Her heart was even cut out."
"Do you mean that Half-Immortal Inn where people exchange wishes?"
"Of course. The story has spread everywhere. They say her fiance was a deity, which just goes to show that those in high positions aren't necessarily virtuous."
For a time, rumors and speculation spread through both the mortal and spirit worlds. But just three months later, word spread that she hadn't died. A demon practicing in the South Sea had seen the inn and its proprietress. A vengeful ghost had seen them in an ancient town in K City. A mystic who had gone up a mountain to gather herbs had seen her on its peak. No one knew what had really happened.
"Bai Yunshu, you killed me once, then saved me once. From now on, we're even. Why keep putting on this act?" She tried to keep her voice from trembling and turned away, no longer daring to look at him.
Bai Yunshu's eyes were bloodshot. His fists clenched, his gaze resolute. His golden, mismatched eyes clearly reflected Yan Zhenmu's figure.
"I owe you. I've always owed you, and I'll never be able to repay you. So what if humans and gods are meant to remain apart? I don't need this divine position."
