I was the senior disciple of a sect that cultivated the Heartless Dao. After my junior sister drugged me and forced herself on me, my Dao heart was damaged.
Feeling guilty, I indulged her in everything and even transferred my cultivation to her so she could train.
I never expected her to go to the mortal world and return with the man she loved.
Then, while I was in seclusion, she stabbed me through the heart with a demonic cultivator's sword.
Later, I called off our engagement and set her free.
But when I sacrificed myself for the Dao to save all living beings, she wept bitterly.
I wiped away her tears and smiled at her. “Why are you crying? Didn't you hate me the most?”
