Li Qingshan—this was a name that held far too much significance to Yang Miaozhen.
He was not just a man, a man who had once conquered and possessed her, or the father to her child. She was a natural cultivator. The lengthy passage of time could wear away everything.
However, only the heavens knew just how lonely she had been in the small world dominated by martial arts practitioners as a cultivator. She was like a seabird born into a world without any of her own kind, flying towards an indistinct target in the distance alone and stubbornly.
She had also possessed endless fantasies for the future before as a little girl, yet despite clearly being born a beauty, faced with countless suitors and temptations, she remained unfazed. She had also wished that she could shake up the jianghu as a female hero, not just some Ten Great Beauty, yet she could only remain locked up in the daoist temple despite possessing the talent to become a great martial arts practitioner.
She gave up everything for it, yet the only thing she could rely on was a vague and ungrounded legend. As she advanced alone through the darkness, even she felt like she could not hold on for much longer. Afterwards, he appeared and told her that the path she had chosen was correct!
His light illuminated everything.
Even after all these years, she could still remember her trembling emotions back then, which were even more intense than when he claimed her for the first time. Of course, she was extremely happy back then as well. Even though they had only met recently, she basically did not reject him. Emotions and desires had always been common in people, let alone the fact that it was him.
Others said she was cold in personality, but he said the path of cultivation was destined to be lonely. She could still remember what he said when they parted, “No matter how indifferent you seem, I know you are a person who values your relationships and your feelings. I’m afraid you still have something you can’t let go of.”
Little did he know that the only relationship she valued in her life was him. There was nothing else she could not let go of either.
That was why she had to constantly remind herself that Li Qingshan was only a regular cultivator, and his cultivation back then was only around the third heavenly tribulation, a Soul Nascence cultivator. Perhaps he seemed very powerful and very special in the small world, but there were countless others like him in the Human realm, which she could also achieve as long as she continued working hard.
That was how she had tried to dilute the impression he had left behind.
However, several decades later, when she suddenly heard his name once again, she suddenly realised at that moment that all of her efforts had been futile. It was like a birthmark she was born with. It was not something that could be washed away with water.
For a moment, she basically had no idea how to respond.
Lingxiaozi was taken aback as well. Never had he seen such a lively expression on Ya…
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