I cultivate the Ruthless Dao. In other people's eyes, I'm practically shouting at all those venomous love affairs, "Fire at me!!"
My junior brother seduced me to vent his anger on behalf of our junior sister, and I gladly accepted. The Demon Venerable lured me in to attack the Immortal Sect, and I took the bait just as willingly.
When they stabbed me with a sword, everyone thought I would be devastated by love and betrayal. Instead, I pulled the sword out as if I felt no pain at all.
As they stared at me in shock, I slowly, inch by inch, thrust the sword back into their chests.
I smiled sweetly and asked, "Are you tired? Do your hands hurt?"
