Everyone says the only orthodox Daoist sects are Qiyuan and Kunlun.
The senior disciple of the Soulshatter Valley scoffs at that.
At long last, he runs into a Qiyuan disciple. After casually cracking a couple of melon seeds, he resolutely drags her into his mess.
The unlucky disciple he dragged in wordlessly knocks his dagger aside and says coldly, "You lost again."
Fang Zhuoyi doesn't mind. Instead, he grins and asks, "Shall I come back next time?"
Zhuang Ziyuan glances at him and lets out a silent sigh.
Fang Zhuoyi always thought that was where their story began. But many years later, he realizes that was when they were closest.
She was a handful of snow without a heart, yet he foolishly wanted to hold it and draw warmth from it.
A glib, chatty, slippery little assassin × a single-minded, straight-laced young Taoist nun devoted to the Way. A short story written on a whim; there may not be a continuation.
Theme: Dating is no match for cultivating immortality.
Author, your name is so good, why did it fall into this trap?
? Did I step into a pit? (Shivering)
The famous Zhuang Ziyuan
The setting is very interesting. I hope you keep writing it. Come on and support it.