In the past, when the Immortal Sect was at its peak and the Demon Realm was dominating, the two were enemies with opposing stances and tit-for-tat. One was cold and patient and kept the right path, while the other was ruthless and ruthless. After a catastrophe, the world of immortality collapsed, and the end of the century came. Spiritual energy was disordered and exhausted, resources were extremely scarce, mutated monsters were rampant, monks were fighting against each other, and despair spread all over the world. When the Immortal Sect was destroyed, he was alone, guarding the guilt of his fellow sects, and suppressing the softness in his heart. Only when facing that unruly demon cultivator would he show his vulnerability for a moment; when the demon clan was destroyed, he was helpless, carrying the trauma of his childhood, longing for a preference, seemingly indifferent and selfish, but willing to do his best to block all dangers for that cold Immortal Lord. The days and nights when they are forced to be bound, the ambiguity of testing and pulling, the restrained breathing when the meridians touch during healing, and the inadvertent fingertips touching when alone late at night are all the secret heartbeats of adult fans. The two powers are evenly matched, there is no attachment, no weakening, only mutual redemption in desperate situations, and a two-way rush to indulge in the heart, stepping through monsters and desolation, looking for a spiritual revival, and keeping an exclusive bond.
