He Died That Night

I accidentally rescued my sworn enemy while he was being hunted, then used my favor to demand a night's use of him, taking his yang energy.

Later, I heard that my sworn enemy had fallen into ruin and died on the barren stony riverbank outside his sect. I even secretly rejoiced.

But I forgot that people meet again, and enemies are never far apart. The dead can come back to life, too.

Later, I lost my memory and met a handsome immortal lord.

My heart stirred, and I shamelessly begged to become his cultivation vessel.

Well, this is getting interesting.

Theme: What goes around comes around, and retribution never fails