Ying Yue He, as far as Li Yang was concerned, was one of the most ordinary people he had ever known.
She had no extraordinary background, no ancient bloodline, no astonishing talent for cultivation. She was simply Ying Yue He—a woman who had somehow become a quiet and familiar presence in his life.
And that was precisely why Li Yang had done everything in his power to keep her away from the cultivation world.
Ever since he had stepped onto the path of cultivation, he had understood just how dangerous that world could be. What appeared to be a peaceful sect from the outside could hide countless schemes beneath its surface. Powerful cultivators could destroy entire families with a single thought, and ancient clans could erase ordinary people as easily as brushing dust from their sleeves.
He had never wanted Ying Yue He to become involved in any of it.
Yet now, here he was.
Sitting across from Liu Guiren.
Talking about her.
