I am a handyman disciple from the outer sect of Qingyun Sect.
He is the Immortal Lord Ling Xiao who is in charge of the Tianxing Palace. He is a man of no love and desire, and is cold-faced and selfless.
Everyone in the sect said that I climbed a high branch - on the day he saved me from the monster, he made an exception and accepted me as his only attendant.
But no one knows that in the past ten years, he has never looked at me.
I grind ink, make tea, and sweep the snow from the steps for him; he realizes Taoism in the clouds, slays demons, and overlooks the world.
When I was closest to him, I was only three feet away; but when I was farthest from him, the entire world was between me.
I like him. From the age of sixteen to twenty-six, I loved him so much that I became dust in his shadow.
Until that day, when the demonic realm invaded, I blocked the sword for him.
The sword pierces the heart and the demonic energy enters the body. He looked down at me, his eyes were like a thousand-year-old cold pool, without ripples, waves, or even pity.
"Why so?" He said, his voice as light as the wind blowing through the eaves of the palace.
Blood bleeds from the corner of my mouth, I want to laugh, I want to ask him: Ten years have passed, have you ever remembered my name for a moment?
But I couldn't ask.
Because I suddenly remembered that he had never asked me what my name was.
Intention: stick to your heart