After the "White Moonlight" that had been admired for hundreds of years poached my origins and ascended, I became the laughing stock of the fairy world.
On the day when the self-proclaimed cultivator fell into the mortal world, there was a sick little Sanxian follower who grabbed the corner of my clothes with red eyes: "Don't let me go..."
Later, the Supreme Demon Realm tore apart the sky and came, imprisoning my wrists and whispering hoarsely: "Follow me, the fairy world is nothing."
And that Immortal Lord Yunqi, who was once as gentle as jade, actually lost all his cultivation and knelt under the pear tree, broke his immortal bones and begged me to turn back.
However, I was protected by that "waste" little follower during the turmoil in the Three Realms.
The divine light that annihilated the stars gathered in his palms, he lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Is my wife the one you can covet?"
