When Chen Jin, the Wuwang Sect's guardian elder, was ascending to immortality, a bolt of heavenly lightning struck him and scattered his soul.
Reborn once, he thought he could start over, only to have his soul scattered again.
He was reborn once more.
Chen Jin: “…” Damn it, I'm done with this!
Reborn for another life, Chen Jin stopped trying so hard and decided to let loose and be himself.
He also found his long-lost junior grand-disciple.
Chen Jin: “Everything's finally looking up.” I'm so happy.
Yan Ximing was not only reborn, but also found himself a grandmaster. But something seemed off.
The other peaks were either chasing and fighting each other, scheming to compete for resources, or secluded in cultivation, attempting trials and missions where one careless move could cost them their lives.
At his peak, they fed fish, teased birds and grasshoppers, strolled through the mountains and rivers, played the qin, and admired paintings.
Yan Ximing: I feel like Grandmaster might not be very reliable.
Later
Yan Ximing: “I... I have feelings for Grandmaster.”
Someone, so absorbed in the beauty before him that he couldn't tear himself away: “What?”
Yan Ximing: “…”
Yan Ximing is the gong, Chen Jin is the shou
Theme: None of my worries have anything to do with me
