Tang Hao and Gu Zhou Jian continued their conversation, ignoring the poor god who was currently in a state of undress.
At this moment, although Tang Hao had completely given up, he still asked:
"You must really hate me, don't you?"
Gu Zhou Jian merely smiled and shook his head:
"No, I am very grateful to you and even quite fond of you. However, what you want from me is something I cannot give you. From the very beginning, I was never like an ordinary person. The path I walk has more in common with theirs. Maybe it's just a coincidence or maybe it's because I'm crazy. I'm not entirely sure, but I truly can't give you what you want. The path you've chosen is the life of a mortal, while mine is the path of cultivation. We will only grow farther apart, not closer."
Tang Hao smiled at that. Despite feeling uncomfortable inside, he knew that a short pain was better than a prolonged one. Over ten years for a love was enough, he said: