Master, Warning of His Darkening

The lonely lamp on a cold night, the jade steps stained with blood. Yun Wuya returned with his broken body, only to see Ling Xu, a young man who used to be attached to him, with cold eyes. "Liar." The young man's silver hair was like frost, and his fingertips were cold and poisonous. "You are also using me, aren't you?" Three hundred years ago, Yun Wuya, the gentlest peak master of Xuantian Sect, died on the battlefield, leaving behind a trace of his soul to protect the young man he raised by himself. Three hundred years later, Shen Qi returned from reincarnation and became Ling Xu's disciple, only to discover that the Master Qingwei's Xuanming Curse was buried in his body. "If I don't come back from this trip..." The last page of Yun Wuya's diary was stained with tears. "Master, we still have next year." Shen Qi held Ling Xu's hand tightly and lit a lone lamp in the cold night. [Three hundred years of obsession, staying together for the rest of my life]