In my previous life, while traveling down the mountain with my junior fellow disciple, Liu Ying, I rescued a little boy.
I treated his wounds, taught him the Dao, and even risked my life to protect him when he underwent his tribulation.
Years later, when I was just one step away from ascending to immortality, the boy I'd raised and protected with my life stabbed me when I was at my weakest.
Watching him run toward my junior sister, I finally understood that an ungrateful wretch can never be raised to show gratitude.
I collapsed on the cold ground and bled to death.
Reborn, I returned to the day I first met Zhou Shaoqing.
