Disregard for the six realms, with a peerless grace, of the xians he is the highest and unrivaled, the respected Chong Hua, standing at the highest, the one all looks up to, the one all admire, yet never able to touch, and have. From somewhere unknown, she ignorantly walks towards him, and became his disciple. Born with a fierceness destined to enter devildom, she cannot learn spells, but that is alright, as long as able to just stay by his side. But she is unable to stop herself from continuing to fall in love with him, helpless becomes hopeless, looking at him, but not daring to depend on him, yet unable to help from wanting to depend on him. It is conspiracy, he accepts it. It is retribution for previous sins, he will also accept it.
“Want me to forgive you? Unless the NanHua mountains collapse, and the four seas have dried.”
When he finally opens his arms and walks towards her, she only smiled, but there was no joy, no anticipation, only just standing there and smiling.
Two lifetimes as teacher and student, the third lifetime becomes Mo, time brings about big changes, ask how deep or how shallow love is, love more or hate more? Why not trouble him with the collapse of a mountain, or dry up the four seas, why reckon in the next life is xian or mo. Only afraid of looking back, clear skies and jaded moon, and returning also, embracing for a moment, this heart is yearning towards the long river. If the stars dazzle, hate the waves.