The life Liu Shiyi crawled out of the mud was given by him.
It was he who raised him, taught him swordsmanship, gave him knowledge, molded his character, and turned a dying weed into the Jiao Jiao Immortal Lord he is today.
This human skin and flesh, this body's cultivation, this body's pure Taoist bones, all came from his hands from beginning to end.
Liu Shiyi's life is his, his Tao is his, and his heart should also be his.
Why should others covet you?
The monks on the sword-discussing stage were poking their heads, and the bystanders trying to cling to and secretly admiring him were all just cats and dogs who didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.
It is a person he raised with his own hands, a creation he has spent his whole life carving.
From beginning to end, in Liu Shiyi's world, he could only exist and be worthy of him.
Intention: Two-way redemption