On the Taixu Immortal Sect's Nirvana Peak, Shen Duchen closed the door for seven years without accepting a single disciple.
Until the young man with black hair and red clothes knelt at the foot of the peak, the rain was pouring down, and he knelt for seven days and seven nights.
"If Master doesn't accept me, I will kneel down until I die."
Shen Duchen finally opened the peak door and looked down at those young eyes.
He didn't expect that at this glance, he would see an abyss.
Yan Jinghong knew from the first sight that this cold and ascetic master owed him a life in his previous life.
In this life, he wants him to repay it a hundred times - with his body.
He pretended to be good, acted miserably, and worked hard every step of the way, pulling the cold-blooded person into his trap step by step.
But he forgot that when a moth flies towards the flame, he thinks he is running towards the light.
Shen Duchen said: Practitioners should not be emotional.
Yan Jinghong smiled and kissed the tears from his eyes: Master, your Taoist heart is broken.
Intention: Use love as a boat to sail through all the waves of calamity. Even if you are born useless and fate comes upon you, you must earn a future with your own hands and side by side with the one you love.