Biting the Immortal Lord

A very, very, very long time ago, she bit him...

A very, very, very long time later, he remembered it and kept wondering how he could bite her back...

And so, all their grievances and fated entanglements began with a row of deep bite marks...

They say monsters have no romance, immortals are fresh and refined, cultivators ride the road to the clouds, and hearts are kindled by thunder and lightning!

Hmph! Remember to call me your husband!