After I Became a Divine Monarch, the Sect Wants Me to Marry In

In the corner of the village, Gu An stood outside a wooden house, looking at the person within the wooden fence.

She appeared around fifty years old, and the traces of time have faded her youthful beauty.

Judging by her facial features, she might have barely been considered a beauty in her youth.

But compared to other Immortals, she had no advantage.

Such a person, in the eyes of a Cultivator, was quite ordinary.

But she was precisely the one who entered Zuo Youyan’s heart.

Making him unable to forget her.

Perhaps it was due to timing, or perhaps because he could no longer get close.

Zuo Youyan, who had never thought of having a Daoist couple, always reserved a place for this woman.

Yet, until his death, his wish remained unfulfilled.