The marriage alliance between two great immortal sects had drawn cultivators from across the Immortal Realm.
Zhou Yunshen watched the bustle in the direction of the sect, but bitterness filled his heart. He sat beside the Reincarnation Platform, questioning his Dao heart over and over.
Luming flew over on her sword and leaned close to sniff. "Daughter-Ruby Wine? A thousand-year-old treasure! Yun Shen, keeping it all to yourself isn't nice."
Zhou Yunshen could not be bothered to answer her. His gaze swept behind him, where hundreds of wine jars stood neatly stacked, some empty, others still sealed.
Luming took a jar and sat beside him.
"Her parents buried this wine for Master, didn't they? It's already been a thousand years. Time really flies."
Zhou Yunshen said nothing.
He remembered when she had first picked him up, then remembered when she had died.
Then came the two hundred years he had spent searching for her. When he finally saw her, so small and thin that she looked as though a touch would shatter her, his heart had trembled once again.
After that, he had brought her home and raised her from a child to an adult. Another few hundred years had passed, yet some things only grew harder for him to understand.
There were plenty of people one could marry. Luming, for instance, was beautiful and had a high cultivation level. Ordinary cultivators found their Dao hearts wavering at the mere sight of her.
Was the young master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect blind? Why did he insist on marrying Shuyue?
That girl loved eating, playing, and sleeping. To escape cultivation, she could lie on the ground and cry endlessly, refusing to stop until he coaxed her and got her pork trotters.
Who besides him could indulge her like that?