Fairy Zixia felt every word Jiang Ming spoke resonate with her. When she arrived, the grass and trees had withered yellow, all sounds had fallen silent, and white dew had turned to frost-the one he longed for stood on the far bank of the waters. Especially that line, "I would envy mandarin ducks, not immortals." Not long ago, facing the threats of Erlang God and the Four Heavenly Kings, she had spoken those very words straight from her heart.
"An immortal?"
Fairy Zixia looked at Jiang Ming and could not help asking.
"No."
Jiang Ming shook his head.
"A demon?"
Jiang Ming shook his head again.
"Thank you."
Something stirred in Fairy Zixia's heart. What she actually wanted to say was that this man was far too handsome. Every inch of him perfectly matched her taste.
"What are you doing here? Cultivating?"
Fairy Zixia walked over and naturally crouched beside Jiang Ming.
"Waiting for someone. Someone who haunts my soul and fills my dreams."
Jiang Ming spoke gently.
"Have you found her, then?"
Fairy Zixia asked curiously.
"I have."
Jiang Ming answered with complete seriousness.
"You don't mean me, do you?"
Fairy Zixia quickly realized what Jiang Ming's words implied and blurted out the question.
"Yes, you. I heard that you have a Purple-Green Sword, Fairy, and whoever draws it can become your beloved, your ideal husband. So I'd like to try."
Jiang Ming spoke earnestly.
"Well, this is the Purple-Green Sword. I can let you try drawing it once."
Looking at Jiang Ming's handsome face, Fairy Zixia agreed at once.
Compared with all those hideously ugly demons, it would be wonderful if the man before her could draw the Purple-Green Sword.
"I can't draw it yet. Could you stay here with me for a while?"
Jiang Ming did not