Emotions, for a cultivator, are the greatest shackles.
Yet many cultivators, knowing these are shackles, still willingly embrace them.
This is unrelated to willpower; the key lies in deep love.
Only when love is deep does it become hard to let go.
But knowing it is hard to let go, when the other leaves, one remains silent, watching them depart.
Isn't a cultivator's life always full of such laughable yet tragic contradictions?
Even if Zhou Yan doesn't linger for the scenery, even if he coldly abandons love, even if he understands all the rules and supreme Tao of this world, he is still caught in such contradictions.
Until Jiang Yuning had been gone for a long time.
Until the vibrant plum blossoms on the ground began to fade, only then did Zhou Yan regain his senses, his heart filled with desolation and emptiness.
Ever since ancient times, being sentimental has brought the pain of parting; how much harder it is to bear the neglect during the Qing Qiu festival.
