I Only Teach My Disciples for Ten Years

Ye Mo has lived for so long that he can't even remember how old he is. Three thousand years ago, he stood at the end of the martial arts path, overlooking the world. The world calls him the God of War and the Immortal Immortal. But later, he personally buried the last person who remembered his name, and even the monument in front of the grave turned into dust. From then on, he never accepted another apprentice. Because the apprentice will grow old and die, but he will live. The better they are taught, the faster they die. The cruelest thing in the world is to watch the people you care about leave one by one, while you stay where you are forever. Until that day, a young man covered in blood knelt in front of him. "Please, teach me revenge." Ye Mo should have turned around and left. But the moment the young man raised his head, he saw a pair of familiar eyes - very similar to the disciple who died to save him three thousand years ago. He was silent for a long time. "I'll teach you for ten years. Only ten years." The young man kowtowed heavily and his forehead bled. He didn't know what would happen in ten years, and neither did Shen Qingqiong. But that day, he suddenly wanted to see if it could be different this time. ——An immortal who sees life and death, a young man with a blood feud, a master-disciple bond that spans life and death. At the pinnacle of martial arts, someone is waiting for an answer.