A single "yes" was the beginning of a blazing fire.
It was as if they were lost in a magnificent, sensual dream, their passion burning like fire, their bodies inseparable.
For Luo Ziyun, the seeds of her destiny with that snake had been sown five hundred years ago.
It was inescapable, unavoidable. In the great unseen, it was as if this moment had been fated all along.
She was a Cultivator from Ancient Times, constantly shattering human limits and shackles, openly defying the heavens.
'The less you want me to live, the more I'll use my Acquired Cultivation to swim farther and longer down the river of time.'
It is said that everyone's fate is predetermined, that how long one lives is already set in stone.
But to a Cultivator, that was bullshit. The true path was to vie with the heavens for longevity.
And yet this Cultivator, Luo Ziyun, was someone who firmly believed in fate and destiny.
