Within the White Jade Flyer, the atmosphere was so solemn.
Fang Yang, clad in his billowing black robe, wore a smile, gazing at his third disciple, Situ Danyue, with a look that was both smiling and not.
Flowers fall with intention, but water flows heartlessly.
In the world, who doesn't know that he, the master, dotes on his disciple the most?
He even loved her to the point where it could not be added to.
Night and day, he gave all he had, wishing he could pour all his great love into her, letting his disciple understand his painstaking efforts.
However...
Maybe it was because the hatred between Situ Danyue and her previous incarnation was simply too deep, having reached a point where it could not be dissolved, no matter how he tried to mediate, she would not believe him.
Gentle persuasion had lost all meaning, and under such circumstances, all he could do was force her.
He hoped his third disciple would understand his deep love.
Whoosh!
