"Master?"
On the bed, Xiao Xiyue nestled in Lu Changsheng's arms, her fair jade hand gently placed on his chest, her fingertips unconsciously caressing, listening to him narrate about his past with her master.
When she heard "the woman dressed in colorful robes," her beautiful eyes that flickered with a dreamlike sheen fluttered open, looking directly at her lover.
"Hmm."
Lu Changsheng held her jade hand, nodded, his expression somewhat distant, then continued slowly: "At that time, I did not know Caiyun True Immortal, nor did I know she was your master."
"Back then, the True Immortal was somewhat in a strange state, I was utterly terrified..."
At this point, Lu Changsheng paused, sighed deeply.
This incident was considered Lu Ancestor's dark past.
Spending the night in the wilderness, he was forcibly claimed by a female cultivator, defiling his innocence.
One could only say, a young man must protect himself outside.
