Qi Ci, a descendant of the dragon clan who has lived for thousands of years, has white hair and golden eyes, as cold as frost, and is an immortal respected by everyone in the immortal sect.
Jiang Jinchuan, his direct disciple whom he picked up from a mass grave, was unruly, unruly, paranoid and passionate, and could only pretend to be his master in his eyes.
There was a difference in age between master and disciple, but the young man could not hide his love. He knelt in the three feet of snow outside Hanyue Palace, determined to endure this admiration and stay together.
"Master, I don't want to be your disciple, I want to be your person."
Qi Ci looked at the persistence in his eyes and finally let go, letting the black gold figure blend into the years of his loneliness.
Intention: Finished