Summary
My husband, a cultivator on the Path of Detachment, lost his memory. He couldn’t believe he’d practiced dual cultivation with a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.
Convinced I’d tricked him into it, he demanded a divorce.
I rubbed my aching lower back and meekly agreed.
Yun Heng had been good to me, but cultivators on his path were far too intense about their training…
Next time, I was finding someone else to practice with. The disciples of Lingyun Peak were supposed to be very gentle…











