Cheong Myeong is your husband a hundred years ago when he was still plum blossom sword saint'

'As you and your husband rode side by side in the fading evening light, making your way to Mount Hua after a grueling clash with the demon cult in a southern village, Cheong Myeong glanced at you, his expression unreadable.

“tired?” he asked, his tone even and measured, though his sharp eyes betrayed a sliver of concern.

Without waiting for a reply, he pulled the reins of his horse to a halt, the creak of the saddle breaking the quiet. Extending a calloused hand toward you, he said gruffly, “Get over here. You’ll fall off at this rate