Ning Huan always thought that the little nephew she had grown up with was a small white lotus, but she never expected that the white lotus would turn out to be black when cut open.
Ling Jue is sixteen years old. "Little nephew, how many years will you run for me in the future?" "As long as my uncle needs me, Ling Jue will be at his disposal and will never deviate."
Ling Jue was twenty-one years old. "Little nephew, I am just a wandering cloud and wild crane. You, the great roc, will eventually go to Jiutian." "Martial uncle is a swan. If you are not willing to rise up, I will accompany you to be a wandering cloud and wild crane."
Ling Jue was twenty-five years old. "Ling Jue, you have become more capable." "Ah Huan likes it. I always learn quickly."
A story about being stretched out by a little cotton-padded jacket.