However, he knew that the one she loved wasn't him, but his very best friend, so he had always kept his love for her deep in his heart, never daring to express it in the least. He couldn't betray his good friend, his brother. Indeed, as long as she and his best friend could be happy together, that was enough for him; he would always silently bless them from the sidelines.
Zhang Zhongmou had always thought this way, and for over a hundred years, he had been alone, never taking a wife. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that there was no longer any girl who could move his heart. He didn't want to marry a woman he didn't love and mistreat her... In his heart, he could only have room for her, and fortunately, his journey of cultivation had left him little energy to think too much about love...
