Everyone says that Immortal Lord He, a prized disciple of Lingyun Sect, is as pure and bright as the moon, handsome and aloof. With a sword that rights wrongs, he sweeps away every injustice under heaven.
Wherever he goes, demons scatter and villains are slain. The seas grow calm, the land is at peace, and the world knows tranquility.
Mu Hanshi, once one of the souls claimed by Immortal Lord He's sword, has plenty of objections to that version of events.
Unfortunately, fortune turns in its own time, and sooner or later it comes around to him. Reborn into another life, he somehow ends up as a disciple of that self-righteous cultivator.
To avoid being mistaken for an ancient monster who has stolen someone's body and killed on the spot, the dignified Demon Lord has no choice but to spend every day acting insane and foolish, hoping to get away with it.
Ten years together, with patient guidance and earnest instruction.
From disdain to reluctance to part, Mu Hanshi is overwhelmed by conflicting feelings. He hides them carefully, but cannot escape the cruelty of reality.
His body is frail from birth, and no medicine can cure him. The rest of his life is only a meager reprieve.
The warmth before him is like a fleeting illusion, shattered at the slightest touch.
He consoles himself that this life was an oversight of the heavens, and that even these borrowed years are a blessing.
Who could have known that everything across both lifetimes was a scheme? He is trapped in a cage, unable to free himself.
It seems this life, too, will end in a sudden chill after a brief warmth. Though the paths differ from those of his previous life, they still lead to the same end.
He sighs, knowing he is merely a passing guest in this world. Though he keeps company with the moon and stars, parting is unavoidable.
Theme: Waiting for tomorrow
