Some demons who cultivate in this world do it to become immortals, some do it for immortality, and Yan Ci only does it for the third young master.
But little did he know that loving him and marrying him had always been a dream.
A girl was getting married, her peach blossoms were blooming, and the whole city was filled with laughter. The young man stood blankly in the sea of people with faith. He once only recognized her when he raised his eyes, but now he can no longer remember her.
Conception: