The immortal sword master Li Hanxiao had a disciple in his residence.
She had eyes red as blood, fair skin, peerless beauty, and hair like a silver waterfall. In short, she was absolutely perfect.
Only...
"Master~ I've given today's task a lot of thought, you know. Heh heh heh."
As she spoke, she sat on the table and smiled mischievously.
"Come on~ Make a few meows for me, good boy~"
"Hmph, I am a sword immortal. How could I possibly..."
"Are you going to meow or not?!"
As she spoke, she held a knife to his throat.
Lately, his disciple's tasks seemed to be getting stranger and stranger...
(P.S. It's so sweet it'll make your teeth ache. Not angsty at all!)
