The Impotent Husband of the Goddness

I follow my mother's instructions, pretending to be a useless person and living with another family for three years.

Now, the three years have come to an end...

Lam Chinh quietly tightens his grip on his fist, his eyes revealing a trace of reluctance.

He sneezes! Suddenly, the sound of a broken branch echoes in the nameless cemetery.

Lam Chinh looks up at the source of the sound, where two figures are running towards him in the darkness.

An old man, dressed in Tang dynasty clothing, with silver hair like a hill, but there's blood on his waist, clearly injured.

The other is a young girl around twenty, wearing a floral dress, slender and fair-skinned, quite charming.