I Only Found Out He Cultivates the Heartless Dao After We Became Dao Companions

At the bond-forging ceremony, my former Daoist companion suddenly changed his mind and begged to marry someone else, throwing caution to the wind.

I never imagined that one day the child I had raised with my own hands would aim his sword at me and stab me without hesitation.

He Dingbai's face was cold as the forest. He strode toward us. "Let him go."

He meant his confidant and lover.

Sadly, we had depended on each other for years and faced death together countless times, but it still couldn't compare to a fated match who appeared out of nowhere.

My consciousness faded quickly. With my cultivation, I could never understand such feelings.

They say that Nanming Immortal Lord's beloved died, and that he killed the culprit on the spot, leaving not even a scrap of ash behind. That shows just how much he hated him.

Rumors spread endlessly, and the most widespread one claimed that I had long been in love with the Immortal Lord, but, unable to win his heart despite having his person, I had resorted to murder.

A hundred years later, He Dingbai had become a Divine Lord and developed a heart demon. He searched everywhere for a way to resurrect his beloved.

So my first thought when I woke up was: I'm doomed. That little brat is probably going to kill me again.

If I can't afford to provoke him, I can always run.

"Father, are you going to leave me again?" He Dingbai's eyes were dark and deep. Beneath his calm, stern face lurked a raging storm.

The main story is told in third person: an old-school, melodramatic regret-and-redemption romance.

The love interest is the male lead's adoptive father, not his biological father.

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