She Had Been Waiting in Wangchuan for Three Thousand Years

She had waited by the Wangchuan River for three thousand years, until her soul almost forgot her name. Once reborn, she became the most inconspicuous casual cultivator in the lower world. And the man who made her wait was already the chief of the Immortal Sect among thousands of people. He was as gentle as jade and treated her with the utmost kindness. But when she accidentally broke into his secret, she realized that her three thousand years of infatuation was just a trap set by heaven. And the man she loves deeply is the chess player in this chess game. "My feelings for you are real," he said. She smiled and pulled out her sword: "What a coincidence, I am also serious about you now - I really want to kill you with one sword." When infatuation turns into a joke, waiting turns into calculation. This time, she no longer lives for anyone. She wanted to tear the sky apart with her own hands and let all the gods and Buddhas in the sky taste the feeling of betrayal.