Synopsis
Every night, I slip into the Immortal Lord’s dreams. There, we practice dual cultivation and share the intimacies of Dao companions. One night, I wake unexpectedly and catch him alone in his study, standing before my portrait and whispering my name over and over. Later, he catches me trying to absorb his vital essence. He takes my hand and loosens his sash. “Be good, Qingqing. Let your master teach you how it’s really done.”