After transmigrating and becoming the senior sister who leads the sect, the righteous sects want to kick me out, the demonic sects want to capture me and turn me into a plush toy, my master has already died in a brothel, and the only disciple left is my junior sister, who is about to run away. What do I do? Asking online, urgent!
Once you enter the immortal path, you taste both sweetness and bitterness. With frail shoulders, you bear the weight of the sect.
Tender warmth can melt the snow of three winters; twin blossoms bloom through all four seasons.
This is a story about rebuilding a cultivation sect from scratch.
