I don't want to get involved in a romantic relationship with such a little guy.

He never manifested his physical form to communicate with her.

But when the little guy placed a white steamed bun in front of his incense table, he felt as if his unwavering heart had been poked.

As if by some strange twist of fate, he transformed into human form.

He even changed his hair and beard to white, making him look kind and gentle.

"Grandmaster, is it really Grandmaster? A living Grandmaster?" The little guy stared wide-eyed in astonishment.

"Grandmaster, may I call you that?" The little guy was too excited, but he had also learned etiquette in the past year. Seeing his white hair, he subconsciously called him Grandpa.

The true form of the gap is an immortal being, and looks to be only in his early twenties.

He has never had a romantic relationship, and even his disciples and grand-disciples have passed down this knowledge for generations.

But his emotional life was a blank.

Unfortunately, his romantic tribulation was this little girl in front of him.

Suddenly, I realized that this was actually quite nice.

She calls herself "Grandpa," but they're from different generations, so how could they possibly develop any feelings for each other?

For a love tribulation to occur, both parties must first have that intention, right?

Kongxi has always been content with nothing and doesn't care about his appearance.

Since things had come to this point, he accepted the arrangement.

He became the little girl's "grandmaster grandpa".

The little girl is lively and active, and after spending a few days with her, I found it quite interesting to have such a little person by my side.

During a break, he watched the little girl smiling in the dim morning light in the courtyard and gave her a name, "Little girl, Song Xiwei, from now on you will be called Song Xiwei."

"I have a name? I finally have a name! Grandmaster, I'm so happy!" The little girl threw herself into his arms.

Kongxi was stiff all over. He wanted to push the little girl away, but then he heard her excitedly tilt her head up in his arms and ask him, "Grandmaster, where did I come from?"

In the gaps in her memory, she thought of her country that had been destroyed.

Ultimately, this whole affair started because of him.

With a wave of his hand, he handed her a booklet recording the deeds of Song Xiwei's parents and the dynasty.

"When you can read, go and see for yourself."

He thought to himself that it had taken her a year to learn to speak, and who knew how long it would take to learn to read; he was just trying to appease her.

Unexpectedly, a day later, Song Xiwei came to him dejectedly, holding the booklet. "Grandmaster, I'm an orphan now. My parents are dead, all my relatives are gone, sob sob sob..."

She cried so hard that snot and tears streamed down her face.

She was being held by the arms and shaken, her whole body stiffening in the gaps.

He was a successful hermit, but he had been living a life of leisure for many years, detached from worldly affairs. It was really difficult for him to get along with a child, let alone comfort one.

Hearing her sobbing uncontrollably, I felt a pang of worry myself.

"Grandmaster, everyone says you are all-powerful and omnipotent. Could you please bring my parents back? I see that my other fellow disciples all have parents and relatives. I envy them so much. I miss my parents and relatives so much..."

“When people die, it’s like a lamp going out. They have already been reincarnated, and you will never see them again,” Kongxi sighed.

He wouldn't lie, not even to children.

Since that day, the little girl hasn't come to hang around him for a month.

A month later, the little girl walked up to him with a determined look on her face. "Grandmaster, I want to learn magic, I want to become stronger, I want revenge! I want revenge!"

I originally wanted her to grow up freely, letting her do whatever she wanted in the spare time.

Unexpectedly, she embarked on the path of cultivation because of revenge.

Thinking of her own romantic entanglements, and then of the many strange things about this child.

She was still given the perfunctory and casual treatment. It was a tricky magic manual, which was undoubtedly a heavenly book for a child like her who had just learned to read. She could never set foot on the path of cultivation in her life.

He still spoke to her with a kind and gentle tone, saying, "To learn magic, one must have talent. Take this manual. If you can comprehend it on your own within three days, I will allow you to become my disciple."