Generous Gifts

The blue seas turned to mulberry fields; the mortal world shifted and changed.

Gao Xian remembered clearly that Wan Yingying had been only fourteen when they parted, while he himself had been just thirty-two.

The eighteen-year gap between them had already been the distance of two generations. Back then, Wan Yingying had not even reached his chest. She had followed him around all day like a little tail, especially clingy with him.

Gao Xian had cherished this little orphan girl, fatherless and motherless, as though she were his own younger sister.

For Wan Yingying's sake, he had even clashed with people from the Azure Cloud Sect, drawing out Shui Yuying. He still remembered the evening clouds blazing red as fire on the day he left Xuanming Temple; remembered the tree shadows swaying over that ancient Daoist temple; remembered the girl forcing a smile through her tears.

Those events from nine hundred years ago had all been stirred up by Wan Yingying now.

It was as though everything lay right before his eyes!

In the flick of a finger, nine hundred years had passed!

Nine hundred years later, an eighteen-year age gap could no longer be called a gap. As the direct disciple of a seventh-rank Heavenly Lord, Wan Yingying was in fact much stronger than him in every respect.

Gao Xian was not angered by Wan Yingying's unfamiliarity. This was the most natural state of affairs.

How should he put it? Would a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties be especially enthusiastic toward a middle-school classmate he had not seen for twenty years? If he truly was, one had best be careful—either he wanted to borrow money or he was about to lure you into a pyramid scheme...

Twenty years was enough to bleach the affections of youth colorless.