She was the junior sister he had personally pushed from the Immortal-Slaying Platform, and the only person in a thousand years who could draw his natal sword.
A thousand years ago, Luo Xingwan, the junior sister of the Lingxiao Sect, was falsely accused of harboring a demonic seed. To protect the sect, her senior brother Shen Changji was forced to push her from the Immortal-Slaying Platform with his own hands. As she fell, she told him, "I don't blame you. But if there's another life, I don't want to meet you again."
Those words made him wait a thousand years.
A thousand years later, Qingshi Town had been rebuilt, and a little tavern sold a wine called Starry River Drunk. The landlady was a woman whose eyes curved into crescents when she smiled. Her name was A Luo.
An elderly, white-haired man walked into the tavern and ordered a jug of Starry River Drunk.
"You don't look familiar, sir. Have we met?"
He looked into her eyes, his own reddening.
"So a thousand years have passed."
Quite pretty