(Wuxia, one heroine, debut author)
On his first day joining Qingcheng Mountain, Ji Ning nearly made Daoist Qingye lose face in front of his disciples.
The blue-robed Daoist sighed, “Good thing your master reacted quickly.”
A year later, Ji Ning’s cultivation speed made his fellow disciples feel as if they’d wasted the past decade cultivating for nothing.
Daoist Qingye exclaimed happily, “It looks like Qingcheng Mountain is about to flourish! Even after I’m gone, I’ll have a place in the Ancestral Hall.”
In the third year, after Ji Ning told the blue-robed Daoist what he had in mind, Daoist Qingye said glumly, “If this doesn’t work out, I’ll become the greatest sinner in Qingcheng Mountain’s history…”
