The woman my master brought back from the mortal world became my junior sister.
My junior sister was born with the bones of a swordswoman, blessed with extraordinary talent. Even as a child, her swordsmanship was unrivaled beneath the heavens.
I was her eldest senior sister, unarmed and making no progress whatsoever.
One of her admirers said, “With talent like yours, you’ll never measure up to even one of Tiaotiao’s fingers!”
“If you have any conscience, you’ll give up the divine weapon and your abundant immortal blessings!”
“This path to immortality should be left to heaven’s favored child, who can soar straight to the top!”
I only smiled and said nothing. Could it be that I’m a High God who descended to undergo a tribulation?
