In the eighteenth year of Xu Ming's life, when he was still the overlooked child of the Xu family, he found Si Feixuan in dire straits.
Si Feixuan was strikingly handsome, ethereal as an immortal in the clouds. He always looked at people with a faint smile, yet his gaze was cool and distant. He was mysterious, and he could use magic.
Xu Ming had no talent, only determination. Under Si Feixuan's tutelage, he trained his body and practiced swordsmanship diligently every day, and naturally grew to adore him.
He spent the money he earned copying books to buy Si Feixuan little trinkets, pastries, and candy figurines, and painted his portrait by hand, all just to make him happy.
Si Feixuan was flustered by Xu Ming's attentions, but pretended to be calm.
On a day when he was especially happy, he allowed Xu Ming to make one request.
Xu Ming: "I want to become your disciple! I want to serve you for the rest of my life."
Si Feixuan felt as if he had fallen into a frozen abyss. He fled in panic right in front of Xu Ming.
After that, he never appeared again.
Xu Ming felt bereft for a long while. To lift his spirits, he went with his family to attend the Si Xianzong initiation ceremony.
High above the platform, even higher than the Sect Master's seat, a man in white sat upright.
He was ethereal as an immortal, with a face like one, and an impassive expression, as if nothing in the world could touch him.
Xu Ming took a deep breath: Si Feixuan!
He was actually the founding ancestor of Si Xianzong!
So he looked down on Xu Ming...
In the vast ceremonial hall, amid the clinking of cups, the young man had a stunning face, radiant as a profusion of flowers, yet seemed so downcast that his head remained bowed.
The Xu family members beside him kept berating him.
Si Feixuan's hand, hidden in his sleeve, clenched slightly.
He had thought that leaving the mortal world behind would bring him peace of mind, but longing had taken root in his bones, gnawing at his heart day after day.
When he saw an outer-sect elder approach Xu Ming and pick fault with him, Si Feixuan could no longer sit still.
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