At the top of the Immortal Sect, the cold jade-bone Qing Leng Immortal Lord raised his hand to pick up a young man. The boy was covered in blood, but his eyes were as blazing as fire.
He gave him new life and taught him Taoism, but there was always an invisible layer of ice and snow between him. Little did he know, that fire had already ignited into a raging flame in the young man's heart, burning up crazy obsessions.
The Immortal Lord is admired by thousands of people, and the Demon Lord and Demon King also bow to him. But he only watched silently as his apprentice, who was following suit and had grown into a young man, watched him clear all obstacles for him, watched him drive away those who coveted him one by one, and finally watched his paranoid eyes stained with blood.
"Master," the young man leaned over, his shackles clicked softly, his voice was gentle and dangerous, "You taught me everything, but you didn't teach me... How not to love you."
Is it redemption or co-destruction? This unfaithful love was doomed already on the day she accepted him as a disciple.
