Xie Qingxian, the cultivation world’s most beautiful man, was born with an alluring constitution but had no idea. All he wanted was to lie low and ascend in peace. Who could have guessed that after downing a jug of Drunken Immortal Wine, he’d pin his sworn enemy against a wall and kiss him? That enemy was none other than Chu Jin, the young master of the Xuantian Sect, famed for his cold, merciless nature and ruthless decisiveness. The moment he came to his senses, Xie Qingxian grabbed his flying sword and fled into the night. He had no idea that the other man was licking his lips, eyes bloodshot. “You flirt with me and then run? I’ve got you now.”
Chu Jin had an illness, and its name was Xie Qingxian. Ever since he caught a glimpse of him at the grand tournament a hundred years ago, he had collected every portrait of him, every teacup he’d used, even half a scrap of fabric cut off while he practiced swordplay. He plotted every step and schemed against the world, all to corner that naive, bewitching little fox until he had no choice but to curl up in his arms. “Your bewitching constitution, your smile, all of you... can only be mine.” He smiled as he fastened a chain around the beauty’s ankle. “Senior Brother, this time, you won’t get away.”
We will be the authority next year