On the verge of ascending to immortality, I’m struck by lightning and sent to a difficult era so desolate not even birds lay eggs here.
No need to panic. I’m a great cultivator. I’ve lived for a thousand years. What are a few decades in the blink of an eye?
Wait! All my cultivation is gone!
No need to panic, no need to panic. I’ll just cultivate again, nice and slowly…
But how can this body’s husband be so irresistible?!
You may be wonderful, but don’t think you can shake my Daoist heart!
D-don’t come any closer!
…
Fine. After a thousand years of being single, finding a Daoist partner to roam the world with doesn’t sound so bad. (Lying flat) (Literally.)
Both leads are pure; they marry first, fall in love later, and the feelings are mutual.
I thought it was a cool article, but after reading it I felt very aggrieved and unspeakable.