I've Given Up, So Why Is My Aloof Master Still Chasing Me?

Su Mu was just like his name: Mu, as in bathing in a spring breeze.

He was an ordinary transmigrator, with no heaven-defying talent and no golden finger. But he had a wonderful, stunningly beautiful master who personally taught him and treated him well. As the days passed, his feelings for his master grew. After she rejected his confession, she became distant, and he grew guarded as well, able only to hide his feelings carefully. He knew that only by working hard and climbing higher could he hope to stand beside her.

His death could change many things, including his master.

On the day the trap was sprung, even a Mahayana Ancestor came in person.

His master plunged a longsword into his back with her own hands. He felt cold, because his heart had gone cold. In that moment, he understood that he wasn't the only one caught in the scheme, but his heart still ached terribly.

Endless darkness, utter silence, and more than two thousand years of solitude were enough to make a young cultivator with shallow cultivation crumble countless times...

Her name was Han Xiyue.

Born into an ordinary family, she possessed talent beyond the very pinnacle. All she had wanted was to escape a dead end and create a body for her disciple. But there were too many enemies ahead. She became an Immortal Emperor in two thousand years, a feat no one in this world's history had ever accomplished!

"Mu'er, I miss you so much."

She no longer had to simply yearn for him. She took the initiative and embraced the person before her.

When you're tired, rest. Let me be the one to come closer to you. I've long since realized that I love you...

"I'm doomed. I've fallen for my martial nephew, and I can't forget him..."

Qin Hongyao gazed at the pastries she loved so much, her thoughts drifting far away.