The joy of prosperity is at its height, and the sorrow of impermanence arrives again. The west wind sweeps across the land, while the road home stretches far away.
"Look at the waters of the River of Forgetfulness..."
"Yes. Just like me, I thought I'd seen through the mortal world, yet here I am, caught up in it, entangled and in pain."
A steady, sharp-tongued top x a mischievous, foul-mouthed bottom
◎ A cultivation setting. If it's not your thing, please don't flame me. Entirely original; plagiarism will be pursued. I'm a chronic procrastinator who occasionally goes a little crazy.
◎ My first work. Please give it a chance and offer advice.
◎ My writing isn't very good, and the author's, well... I probably won't update often, but I won't abandon the story! ⊙∀⊙!
Spinning flowers~~The scene is very interesting~~