I am the eldest brother in the sect who has completely failed in cultivation and is despised by everyone.
My junior sister is a genius, but she always pesters me and says she likes me the most.
She brought me mung bean cakes in spring, lotus seed soup in summer, maltose in autumn, and icing sugar in winter.
She said: "Brother, try it, is it sweet?"
I can't taste anything. Since the Daoji was destroyed, I have lost my sense of taste and cannot sense any spiritual energy.
But every time I smiled and said to her, "Sweet."
Until the demons invaded the territory and the sect's formation was about to break, the master planned to sacrifice her to seek peace.
I stopped in front of the altar, and under everyone's horrified gaze, I took the initiative to hold her hand for the first time.
"Actually, I have never tasted those snacks." I said softly.
Tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
"But," I wiped away her tears and smiled at her, "every time you ask me, the wind around you..."
I paused, feeling the majestic sea-like spiritual power that had been reunited in my body because of her.
"It's really sweet."
Concept: Four seasons are eternal