Fairy Jing's story was naturally a love story. It sounded quite ordinary: the young Fairy Jing had met a cultivator she had fallen for. Unfortunately, that cultivator was a Confucian cultivator, not a Daoist sect cultivator. At first, the Confucian cultivator had persisted in the love within his heart, resisting the opposition from his lineage. Unfortunately, nothing in this world was ever perfect. After Fairy Jing innocently revealed the matter of her bloodline, the Confucian cultivator was utterly crushed by this unexpected revelation. In his eyes, the Human Race's bloodline was incomparably noble, and the bloodline of a Confucian cultivator family was beyond compare. He could not accept that his beloved carried the bloodline of the Demon Race!
Watching the Confucian cultivator's drifting figure depart, Fairy Jing collapsed to the ground, her heart darker than ashes. Yet this despondency lasted only a moment. When Fairy Jing rose again, she was once more an incomparably steadfast Daoist sect cultivator, her Dao heart so firm that it far surpassed the ordinary.
"Xiao Hua, do... do you believe in love at first sight?" A blush once again appeared on Fairy Jing's face, which had turned pale from reopening an old wound.
Xiao Hua nodded, involuntarily thinking of Fairy Hongxia, and even Jiu Xia.
"I believe in it too!" Fairy Jing nodded fiercely, but then she became somewhat dejected. "Yet I also know that feelings which begin easily... are easily lost as well. Love that has not been tempered together... will not last long. I... I know that I cannot compare to the female cultivator in your earlier story and her love for... The life before... I was too late to take part in it, and as for your... days to come... I... I... I do not dare... take part in them either... I,