[Aloof, meticulous vice president × flamboyant immortal former president] [Younger man + mutual devotion + healing] [Signed, read with confidence] [Main story complete] [Excellent aftercare]
Chu Moxing felt like a shoreless boat adrift in the torrent of time.
He was an immortal, a powerhouse at the pinnacle of talismanic arts, and the much-missed “deceased” founder of the Tianxing Society. Such power and secrets weighed heavily on him with loneliness. He watched coldly as the Tianxing Society he had built was now steered by others, and his gaze often fell on its young, capable vice president, Qi Baizhi. He was the child of Chu Moxing’s disciple, and also someone Chu Moxing had personally cared for from the age of three to six, but who now no longer recognized his true face.
Chu Moxing looked at the children playing in the apartment complex. The lively bustle belonged to them. He put a piece of candy in his mouth, its sweetness diluted by the bitterness of a long life. The warmth of ordinary human life was a harbor where he could anchor, yet he remained adrift in the shoreless river of time, carrying burdens no one knew of and wounds that would never fade, silently guarding the countless lights behind him. Perhaps this was the fate immortality had bestowed upon him: a solitary journey with no end in sight.
