The Immortal Sect Is No Demon

“I want to be your apprentice,” she declared firmly when they met.

“I can agree, but don’t regret it later.” After much deliberation, he gave in.

He thought it would be no more than a bond spanning one lifetime. Little did he know that a thousand years ago, beneath a tree with leaves as bright as flames, she had curled her lips into a smile and said, “Little Taoist, if you save me, you’ll have to marry me.”

Still young and earnest, he had looked up and promised, “The six wedding rites must all be observed. I’ll go home and inform my master, then welcome you in grand style.”