Summary
I dreamed that my husband was a depraved man with a taste for men, and that he kept the Immortal Lord he pined for imprisoned, tormenting him day and night. I thought it was nothing more than an absurd dream-until I saw the Banished Immortal in the dungeon, naked and covered in wounds. I saved him and fled with him. But soon, I had another dream. In that dream, my husband cut off the Immortal Lord’s head, then beckoned to me with a gentle smile. “Ah Wu, come back.”