At the Carefree Sect, Lu Xiaoyao stood alone with his sword, facing the mighty experts of the various sects. “Xiaoyao, we have no intention of making an enemy of you. Hand over your demonic disciple.”
“Live on, my disciple. I love you.” “Master!!! Aahhh!”
Thousands of years later, Qin Ruoxi found the master she had missed for so long. And so their fate began.
“Look, miss, I’m not your master.”
“Miss!!! I don’t want to take you as my master!”
As their fate began, a vast conspiracy also unfolded…
