Spring gave way to autumn.
Before he knew it, Pei Yuhang had already been in the Yin Yang Dao Sect for six years.
Nourished by Spiritual Qi, his features hadn't changed a bit from years past. He remained a handsome young man.
His fingertips caressed the ring engraved with "Lin" as he gazed silently in the direction of Lishui Village.
'Three years, and then another three. When will I ever be able to go back…'
Dressed in purple, the young maid Fan Xuan clicked her tongue in annoyance. Every day at this time, Pei Yuhang would stand outside the hall, playing the part of a pining husband turned to stone.
When the handsome young man lowered his head and began caressing that damn ring of his again, she finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey! What's so bad about the Saintess Hall? It's way better than that backwater village of yours, isn't it?"
