Cangze cut off part of my arm to make a swing for Fairy Su E. That was only because my true form was the only Fusang sacred tree in the Three Realms. These hands had once held up the young Cangze. Yet after he became the Heavenly Emperor, the first thing he did was take me to the Execution Platform, subject me to eighty-one strokes of heavenly lightning, strip me of my immortal powers, and cast me down into the mortal realm. Five hundred years later, on my wedding day in the mortal realm, a golden crow flew across the sky. Cangze took human form and appeared before me, his expression grave as he asked if I knew what I’d done wrong. I met his gaze, utterly puzzled. “Immortal, do we know each other?”
