Tang San was called that because he was beautiful—so beautiful it made hearts tremble—and he showed no favor to men. No matter who approached him, they always left rebuffed.
He had become the most eye-catching peak in Clear Sky Sect.
Countless people wanted to climb that peak, then unleash a Getsuga Tensho when they reached the summit.
"I can't even imagine how good a witch tastes!"
The men of Clear Sky Sect all sang this refrain.
But to Tang San, it was torture.
Especially when he was the center of attention.
Perhaps when a woman attracted many men, it proved her charm.
But Tang San would rather not have that kind of charm.
Whenever those gazes landed on him, the desire and curiosity in them—even more terrifying, complicated things—filled him with helplessness and anger.
When he had first arrived, all kinds of men approached him every day. Their endless attempts constantly reminded Tang San that his male identity had been completely taken away, leaving him sorrowful and resentful.
Tang San quickly left the crowd and stopped before the doors of a hall.
He pushed open the doors. The light inside was slightly dimmer than outside. Tang Xiao stood with his back to him, admiring a bold ink-wash painting and contemplating its artistic conception.
Hearing the door open, Tang Xiao turned around.
His gaze fell on Tang San, and his eyes froze for a moment.
Sunlight. It was sunlight. The sunlight was right behind Tang San—the sunlight Tang Xiao had pursued for so many years, for which he had even remained unmarried his entire life.
Tang Xiao was clearly looking at Tang San, yet his gaze passed through time and space, settling upon the days long gone.
Thus, in Tang Xiao's eyes, the light behind Tang San outlined the shape of