Master, Your Wicked Disciple Is Wagging His Tail at You

Two male leads, one-on-one romance.

He loved him, but also bore responsibility for all the people under heaven. To protect him and answer to the world, he would rather be misunderstood and personally seal him inside the Valley of Endless Desolation.

That man hated him: hated him for choosing the people over himself, hated him for turning years of love into nothing but a deception. But the act had been too convincing. By the time his primordial spirit finally broke out of the Valley of Endless Desolation on a night of the full moon, the man who had sealed him away was already dead. The only trace he left behind was a broken stele in the Heavenly Casting Mausoleum, his name faintly carved into it.

So he ventured into the vast human world, searching life after life. He wanted to ask: Was it worth sacrificing me, and your own life, for all the people under heaven?

No, that wasn’t enough. He wanted revenge. He would repay him tenfold, a hundredfold, for the suffering of the Valley of Endless Desolation, making him suffer without end, life after life.

But when he finally found the man reincarnated and reunited with him, the other had forgotten his past and severed his ties to love. Like a wooden figure, devoid of feeling or awareness, he looked up and asked, “Who are you?”

All that hatred suddenly had nowhere to go.

This time, who owed whom? And who should repay whom?