Zhihan died once.
He died at the moment when Gu Changyuan blocked the catastrophe for him.
He held that cold body and sat on the barren mountain for three days and three nights. Finally, he crushed his golden elixir and tore open the rift of reincarnation.
When he was reborn, he was ten years old. Standing at the Cangxuan Sect's apprenticeship ceremony, he saw the man from a distance - Shengxue in white, leaning on the high platform and turning the wine pot carelessly.
Alive.
Shen Zhihan lowered his head, clenched his sleeves, and looked timid.
No rush.
In this life, he has plenty of time.
Gu Changyuan originally didn't want to accept him.
A useless person with mixed spiritual roots, as thin as a bamboo pole, stood at the back of the crowd, his head lowered, quietly.
But his feet refused to obey him, so he walked up to the child and lifted him up by his back collar.
"Follow me."
Later Gu Changyuan discovered how cowardly this child was.
He cooked porridge, copied books, and came in the middle of the night to change tea for him in the rain. He was so good that it made people feel sad.
Until one day, when Gu Changyuan saw the bamboo branch swinging out, a wisp of black breath passed through his fingertips.
He finally realized——
I am not raising a kitten.
It is a wolf that has been dormant for a long time.
