Lu Zhu: I spent ten years after transmigrating into a cultivation world, always busy with my path of immortality.
Who would have thought my disciple was actually a little wolf in disguise?
By day, she obediently calls me “Master.”
By night, she secretly climbs onto my bed.
Su Wantang: On Qingyun Mountain, the crescent moon hangs like a hook;
Before Jingxin Peak, the waters flow on their own.
The Reflected Light Sword reveals a thousand shades,
While the Two Principles Peak hides ancient sorrows.
I once vowed this life in service to the blue heavens
Why fear trading white hair for the immortal realm?
If the world asks what love truly is,
Then behold a master and disciple growing old together.
Lu Zhu: “Such beautiful poetry, disciple.”
Su Wantang: “Then, Master… tonight’s reward…”