Cheerful, devoted junior disciple gong X gentle, clear-headed martial uncle shou
His father did not love him, and his mother died when he was three. Shang Junyan was a little cabbage growing in a field.
Born and raised in the Sanqing Sect, Shang Junyan had lived there for seventeen years without ever leaving. He had never even met the father of legend.
For the first seventeen years of his life, he grew up under the protection of his master and martial uncle, free to be a carefree young man.
But upheaval always came without warning.
He had only meant to attend the fabled fireworks lantern festival with his young martial uncle, yet he never got the chance to return to the sect where he had grown up.
Seven years of wandering and hardship passed before the demons launched a massive invasion. After a hurried meeting with his young martial uncle, they were forced apart once more. Feelings had only just begun to blossom, then were hidden away in his heart, with no knowing when they might see daylight again.
In the end, Shang Junyan traveled alone to the demon realm to save all the people of the world. No one knew when he would return.
From the time he could remember, Lin Xiuzhu had lived in a bamboo grove with his mother, master, and senior sister. He thought his life would remain unchanged, until his senior sister gave birth to a baby boy and turned his world upside down.
His closest family members fell in battle one after another, leaving behind a little junior nephew who could not yet speak. At just ten years old, Lin Xiuzhu had no choice but to take on the burden of raising the child. Fortunately, the boy gradually grew up, and Lin Xiuzhu did not let his senior sister's dying wish go unfulfilled.
But the boy was never a caged bird raised in pampered comfort. He was a fledgling eagle, eager to spread his wings. Lin Xiuzhu could only let him fly, then wait for him to return of his own accord.
Fortunately, cultivators had exceptionally long lifespans, allowing him to keep waiting, just like... his mother.
Theme: The lives of all people matter more than private love.
