Ji Linyuan often felt that his name was not chosen well. Otherwise, how could he have met the demon clan who massacred the village, and how could he have left his hometown and wandered for many years. His lifelong wish was to be a powerful protector, so he went through all the hard work and was selected as Frost Snow Immortal Lord Mo Xuehan as his disciple.
It's just that his master was too powerful and indifferent, and didn't have much time to teach him. Ji Linyuan encouraged him to serve Mo Xuehan wholeheartedly. However, when he saw with his own eyes how Mo Xuehan personally taught, cared for, and protected his junior brother, Ji Linyuan was in pain after all.
It was then that Ji Linyuan realized that his master could also smile and treat his disciples with every detail. But master, do you really have no intention of treating him differently?
The cold marrow entered the body, sealed the meridians, and chilled the inner elixir. Decades of cultivation were destroyed in one fell swoop, and he would suffer from the ice for the rest of his life.
Ji Linyuan knew that he was never the chosen one, but the moment the cold marrow entered his body, Ji Linyuan knew the feeling of despair. On that stormy night, Mo Xuehan finally broke Ji Linyuan's wishful thinking. When he chose to put the cold marrow into his body, he should have never regarded himself as his apprentice.
Dispensable, discarded at any time, what on earth have I been looking forward to all these years?
Linyuan, Linyuan, his life really reflected this name, he was facing the abyss every step of the way with difficulty.
"I have been running around for half my life, just to find a place to return to, but it turns out that I have no place to return to."
Intention: With you, there is a place to go