My Darling Sick Beauty

He was once Head of an Immortal Sect. Jiang Zheliu resisted the world’s destruction, protecting the people single-handedly. After losing all his spiritual energy, his hair turned white overnight. All that remained was a millenium passed in vain, and a grave disease. He distanced himself from the Cultivation World, went to Zhongnan Mountain to collect herbal medicines and grow flowers, as if to retire. Until….. Those little demons he had once saved, the cherished younger generation, even those devils that he had suppressed innumerable times, all came knocking at his door, each more excited than the next gripping his hand: “Qianbei, what type do you like? Can you not be so rigid on gender?” Jiang Zheliu: “……？？？”