She was the revered master of Beifa Palace, the foremost sacred sect of cultivation, living a life of ascetic detachment—until fate unraveled entirely after taking in a little disciple. Nan Xiong pondered endlessly but could never quite figure out how teaching her disciple ended up leading them to bed. For Qinghuan, her master was her entire world. Nan Xiong gave her a second life and became her sole attachment in this lifetime. Thus, she defied all moral conventions, dragging Nan Xiong from the heavens down into hell. Yet, as fate would have it, the moment it arose, it vanished—what was born was already void. This was a love forbidden by the world, yet also one that flowed like a quiet river, etching itself into bone and marrow. From the icy peaks of the polar mountains to the bustling rivers and lakes; from naïve dependence to deep, lingering devotion. "Peach blossoms, spring breeze, a cup of wine; ten years of rain and lamplight by the riverside." When the dust finally settled, all she wished was to hold hands and return with her beloved to the original Rongku Pavilion, witnessing the myriad facets of life, the passing of seasons… ***********************Informal Summary**: Actually, this is just the story of a naive sweetheart picked up by an icy master, painstakingly raised into a mature, doting wife—only to successfully push said master over, marry her, and spend the rest of their days in sickeningly sweet domestic bliss… until she realizes: *Holy crap, my wife is the one who massacred my entire family! But I still want to hold her hand and watch flowers bloom, clouds drift, and time pass peacefully! Help! What do I do?!* **P.S.** Let me repeat—this is *wuxia*, not *xianxia*. Beifa focuses on cultivation, not immortality. Nan Xiong is not a celestial being! No magic pills here! Those geezers just live longer than ordinary people but are otherwise *no different* from regular martial artists!