Three Lifetimes of Peach Blossoms Gone Awry

That year, he planted a peach tree with his own hands and watered and tended it every day. “Little peach tree, hurry and grow. I wonder if my body will hold out until the day you bloom.” He sat casually beside the tree, his face sickly but free of sorrow, with an air of refined elegance. Many years later, the Divine Lord asked her, “He was fated to suffer from illness in every life and die young. You changed his fate. This defies Heaven. You will be punished by Heaven, lose all your cultivation, and vanish into ashes, never to exist again. Are you afraid?” Theme: