Ye Jueyu: An ordinary person from an open-minded, modern world who suddenly woke up in what people called the cultivation world, with a useless System 23 tagging along.
At first, the System kindly told him that all he had to do was raise a child into a god. The child was a true dragon from the cultivation world, very clever and easy to raise! The kind who didn't even need to be taught!
Scene One: At their first meeting, the other man made a stunning impression. His white robe fluttered lightly, a jade flute shifted in his hand, and his ink-black hair streamed in the breeze. Ye Jueyu still looked a little languid, but his eyes held an unmistakable air of power.
Mo Qiyu couldn't look away. His gaze was deep, his lips curved upward. The person he had chosen really was second to none in all the world.
Later, Mo Qiyu used his silver tongue to make Ye Jueyu take him as a disciple. He was an expert at pouting, acting cute, rolling around, and throwing tantrums.
Daily Life One: Ye Jueyu was suddenly grabbed around the waist by his disciple. He shook his head in utter despair. When would his disciple learn not to squeeze his waist so hard?
Mo Qiyu was like a cat that had stolen a taste of fish... no, a dragon! He went to every length to take advantage of his master.
Scene Two: Above the ninth heaven of the Immortal Realm lay the tenth. The Divine Venerable Jueyu had returned from his tribulation and looked down upon all living things. His gaze was cold, as though nothing in the world could stir him. His transcendent, aloof, and solitary bearing inspired awe.
A man dressed in a golden immortal robe patterned with red strode toward him. His long, narrow, crimson-gold eyes concealed a keen sharpness. His thin lips curved upward, and his features were sharply defined. Tall and lean without being burly, he exuded a formidable presence, standing alone with the power to look down on heaven and earth.
Mo Qiyu's eyes were deep, his lips lifting into a smile. "Master... It's been so long. Do you still remember your disciple?"
The Divine Venerable Jueyu turned around, his blue-green robes fluttering around him as his icy aura followed. When he saw Mo Qiyu, his eyes flickered, but his expression remained cold as frost.
Theme: Every experience eventually settles into something lasting. Everything in the past was the beginning of our bond, and we were destined for each other.
