He thought that sword had been driven by hatred. He never imagined it was love his master had been afraid to confess for three hundred years.
Ji Zhuofeng died unjustly: his most trusted master ran him through the heart, took his golden core, and sealed his soul away for three hundred years.
When he opened his eyes again, he was an outer-sect menial disciple, a good-for-nothing everyone could bully.
He no longer hated him. He only wanted to grow stronger, stand before his master, and ask one question: “Why?”
But the man in white, as pure as snow, looked at him strangely:
Careful and tender, sharing his hardships, bringing him medicine late at night, even approaching him under an assumed name.
It turned out that three hundred years ago, his master had wept until his heart broke after striking that blow, and his hair had turned white overnight.
He pretended not to recognize him, while his master pretended not to know who he was.
Until, at the brink of life and death, his master took his hand, his voice trembling. “I waited three hundred years. Every second was worth it.”
Ji Zhuofeng wept uncontrollably. “You idiot.”
Mutual pining, the master’s long road to winning him back, happy ending.
I hated you for three hundred years, only to discover that the sword hurt you even more than it hurt me.
It's very nice to see that no one is giving blindly to each other, there is back and forth, and they help each other.
It's okay, but I feel like some places are a bit repetitive. And why did Xie kill Ji three hundred years ago?
Attractive plot, tight pace, good book
Good looking treasure book
Hope it gets sweeter soon. Two little bitter gourds🥹🥹
This is the rebirth of ancient times with modern content. The nine-turn continuous pulse boat is placed in front of the door and a pillow is placed behind it. Most of the content is fine.