Once you entered the martial world, you ought to settle grudges and repay kindness to your heart's content, to love and hate without restraint. Whether you drank rough wine by the jug or weathered wind, snow, frost, and dew, if you found a beauty whose soul resonated with and complemented your own, then the suffering of tempering your body in a past life and struggling through the rolling mortal dust would not have been in vain.
A little wooden boat, unlike the Great Vow Ship, drifted with the currents of the Sea of Vows. Beneath the waves, countless worlds occasionally revealed scenes of splendor and grandeur, while their myriad living beings wrote stories of their own.
Causality flowed like lamplight, dreamlike and illusory. Meng Qi sat beside Gu Xiaosang on the side of the boat, his arm around her. An incense burner glowed hot inside the cabin, sending out a fragrance like orchids in an empty valley.
Nestled together, the two watched the pair dancing in the distance, their expressions quite different.
Gu Xiaosang, with features like a painting, an ethereal grace, and eyes like stars in the heavens, smiled. "How lovely. I'd like to share a dance with my husband amid such poetry too."
"This sort of poetry is a bit..." Meng Qi's face showed both joy and worry.
He was glad that, after so many years—especially those decades in the Modern World of White Jade Capital—the question of whether Su Lin's sexual orientation was unusual had finally been answered.
Meng Qi was single because he had sensed, somewhere beyond perception, a mortal danger drawing near and causality closing in. That fellow, on the other hand, had ignored every advance from the opposite sex and frequently spent time with him instead.
For a while, that had made Meng Qi