Five hundred years of looking back, only to pass each other in this life!
Five hundred years of devotion, yet it couldn't bring us together!
Were five hundred years long? Long enough to become an eternal memory.
Were five hundred years short? So short that I couldn't even speak a single promise.
If I was destined to travel west, please let the moonlight illuminate the road ahead.
—Tianpeng
"A Yue, you come here to gather star stones on the third day of every month. Is your Celestial Five-Colored Robe still unfinished?"
Holding his Nine-toothed Rake and dressed in silver armor, Marshal Tian Peng stood atop the river of stars, handsome and imposing.
A Yue flicked her wrist. The faintly glowing star stones, like fireflies filling the sky, obediently flew into the cloth bag in her hand.
"It's nearly done. This is the last time. I'll have to trouble Marshal Tian Peng to protect me again. Hehe."
Every third day of the month, A Yue came here to weave a Celestial Five-Colored Robe for the Queen Mother of the West.
And on that day, Tianpeng always appeared, guarding her amid the boundless Sea of Stars.
Countless unknown dangers lurked in the depths of the Sea of Stars.
Tianpeng shook his head, his expression tender, and chuckled softly.
"A Yue, it's been five hundred years. The third day of every month is my happiest day, because it's the only day I can spend the whole day by your side."
Hearing this, a smile rippled in A Yue's eyes, and sweetness touched her lips.
"Tianpeng, I secretly went to the Matchmaker and had him tie a marriage thread between us."
She gathered the last star stone, walked over to Tianpeng, and gently rested her head on his broad shoulder. Her voice