Bestowing the West Wind

A mortal lives but once, yet longs to be remembered for all time. A hundred years of cultivation, and if one fails to become an immortal, one has only a hundred lifetimes of time. In his previous life, he was a cultivator, and he even became an immortal, yet he still met his end. But because of him, dying was a release. He only hoped that in the next life, they could stay together. When they met again, it was the immortal's second life, but already his hundredth. Even after a hundred lifetimes, he still couldn't forget him. Born mortal, he knew nothing of cultivation. He was merely a member of the Special Administration Department, marrying, having children, and living an ordinary life. But because of his friend, his life was turned upside down. In the end, he took his wife and stepped onto the path of cultivation with her. All he asked was for a little more time to love the one he cherished. Whether a strange beast or a rare beast, even after a thousand years in human form and nine lifetimes as a human, he still believed humans and beasts were different, and must never fall in love. He simply forgot how little the one he admired cared for the laws of Heaven and human morality. He was his rare beast for a thousand years, then spent another thousand years alone for him. He thought they would never meet again, and that one day he would be forgotten. He never expected a strange beast to seal away its primordial spirit and live nine lifetimes as a human, all to find him. They were old companions, with old feelings. Perhaps they could let the past be... But since he was stubborn enough to go this far, there was no way he could ever leave the past behind again.