Summary
My husband Xie Wuchen is a genius sword cultivator, while I am just a mortal.
Xie Wuchen despises foolish people and things the most.
To catch up with him, I worked hard at cultivation, but he always remained indifferent:
You lack spiritual roots, it’s a waste of effort.
Later, he ascended, and I remarried.
On the day of my wedding, he descended to the mortal realm, his sword held across my husband’s neck:
“You really want to marry this useless man?”
I stood before the sword, took my mortal husband’s hand, and looked Xie Wuchen straight in the eye:
“Yes, because he never thinks I’m stupid.”
Xie Wuchen sneered:
“Just because of that?”
I nodded seriously:
“Just because of that.”