In a single turn of fate, Mr. Shui, once invincible, has been reborn, only to find himself reduced to a... household slave?
A sycophant who flatters her master, with a heart full of ambition? Oh, no! She's merely a delicate, frail, beautiful young woman in the bloom of youth.
[Excerpt] Someone stopped a flower and sheltered it in the spring mud, protecting it from wind and rain. Ten years passed before the flower on the high ridge finally bloomed. She said: I want to scoop up a ladle of water from the long river and brew it with the frost of Xizhou. With the lone-flying wild goose and defeated armor by my side, let me wish for a love that lasts forever and peace and well-being for all.
[Little Scene] Night shrouds the Xuan Kong, and ghostly smoke drifts through the withered forest. Golden light binds the cauldron, while forces from all directions hold it in check. At the critical moment, a jade hand in a white sleeve appeared, pressing paper into place, two fingers drawing a talisman.
When the others came to their senses and looked again, only a white figure remained, swift as a flying crane. Countless streams of mysterious light gathered at her fingertips. She touched down on her toes, circled the cauldron, and questioned the formation.
A short while later, she had succeeded and quietly withdrawn.
Everyone looked up together: white robes like snow, marked with the yin-yang fish.
...Senior Sister.
P.S. This is a rather unconventional novel. It's not quite romance, not quite an ensemble story, and not quite cultivation either (faints).
If you like it, remember to add it to your collection! Everyone's welcome to come by and read (heart made by hand)!
