Once you entered the world of martial heroes, you ought to love and hate without restraint, settle debts of kindness and enmity to your heart's content. Whether you drank rough wine by the jug or braved wind, snow, frost, and dew, if you found a beauty whose soul resonated with yours and made you whole, then the pain of tempering your body in a past life and struggling through the rolling dust of the mortal world would not have been in vain.
A small wooden boat, unlike a Great Vow Ship, drifted with the waves across the Sea of Vows. Beneath the sea, myriad worlds occasionally revealed scenes of splendor and grandeur, while countless beings wrote stories of their own.
Karma flowed like lamplight, dreamlike and illusory. Meng Qi sat with an arm around Gu Xiaosang on the side of the boat. The censer inside the cabin burned hot, sending out the secluded fragrance of orchids in an empty valley.
Leaning against each other, they watched the two people dancing together, their expressions quite different.
With picturesque features, an ethereal grace, and eyes like stars in the heavens, Gu Xiaosang smiled. "How lovely. I, too, would like to share a dance with my husband amid such poetry."
"That poetry is rather..." Meng Qi's face held both joy and worry.
He was glad that, after all these years—especially those decades in the Modern World within White Jade Capital—the question of whether Su Lin's sexual orientation was unusual had finally been answered.
Meng Qi had been single because he had sensed a mortal danger in the unseen workings of fate, with karma closing in around him. That fellow, meanwhile, had ignored every advance from the opposite sex and often spent his time with Meng Qi instead.
For a while, that had made