The winter air was freezing cold. Tantai Jin shivered where he kneeled, in the middle of the pavilion before his wife's quarters. He looked weak and pathetic, and to some degree, he was.

It was hard to imagine that this man would eventually become the Devil Immortal, who had slain your entire family in cold blood.

But that was 500 years in the future, and he had not been corrupted yet.

Now, you had an innocent husband who was abused by your past life's self and a mission.