Master x Master, how can it be
When Bai Ye met Liu Wenchun, he was already very old. Like all immortal cultivators who were teachers, Wenchun always sat upright on a high platform, but he still had an immortal air, his eyebrows were beautiful, and his pair of pink stone ear beads were teetering on the edge, like early cherry blossoms waiting to ripen.
Maybe the years are not only unbeatable for beauty, but also for early spring.
Purpose: Suffering is the chronological mark of life