May the Moon Hang High

Ye Xuan was abandoned by his clan and made into a bargaining chip to seek peace with the Immortal Realm. At the judgment platform, Fu Zhi saved him. Even though she was using him, he still saw compassion in her eyes.

That was the first time he had ever felt kindness.

Dressed in white, she was like the vast, bright moon. Even after a thousand years, the curve of her robes as they fluttered when he looked up at her remained clear in his memory.

When the mire hidden in darkness coveted the moon, it was willing to sacrifice body and soul, wishing only for the moon to remain high in the sky and never fall.

Fu Zhi's reputation in the Immortal Realm wasn't good. Relying on her strength, she acted recklessly, but she believed everything she did was beyond reproach.

Except when it came to her young disciple. She felt guilty toward him.

Theme: If you cannot change your fate, change yourself