Why is the proud son of heaven, the eldest disciple with thousands of stars holding the moon in his arms, so prone to crying?
The second apprentice is easy-going and gentle? What about this childish ghost who stubbornly asked me to tell him a bedtime story?
Pure and innocent yet a slut?
A dark little angel?
A world-weary face but nagging?
The powerful disciple betrayed his master because of...
My disciples have higher cultivation than me! Wearing my clothes! Sitting in my seat! What bad luck!
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
