The small green wooden boats swayed and moved towards the immortal ship.
That line from the poem reverberated, as if the entire world had become sorrowful and lonely.
An invisible desolate aura instantly filled the river.
"Half my life in dire straits. Sigh, who isn't in dire straits…"
On the immortal ship, someone whispered and sighed softly.
So what if he was a sect master? So what if he was a great sect master or a half-sage? The Great Dao was endless and life was emptiness.
In a room on the third floor of the immortal ship, the jade crown on Yunduan's head flashed with golden light, causing her expression to constantly change.
Yunjin had fallen to the ground, tears streaming down her face.
Yunduan walked forward and hugged her sister gently.
Cultivators of Confucianism experienced deep sadness. As a woman, Yunjin was grieving over unrequited love.
