I'm the legendary Dragon-Ao-Tian heroine: I began Qi Refining at ten, reached Foundation Establishment at thirteen, and formed my Golden Core at eighteen.
But my master is a good-for-nothing who barely reached the Golden Core stage by the age of two hundred.
Later, my master died at the hands of the greatest sect. No one cared.
They thought I wouldn't care either. After all, why would the number-one cultivator on the Heaven Ranking care about a useless master?
But they don't know that when I was seven, all skin and bones and fighting dogs for food, my master took me in and saved my life.
