In a single night, she loses all her closest family. The sacrifices her parents made are dismissed with a single stroke.
She must keep her brother alive.
She'll trample everyone who looked down on him into the dirt.
By a stroke of luck, she stumbles upon a small, heaven-defying world. It's incomplete? No problem, she'll mend it. Broken? She'll piece it back together. Even if she has to give her life, she'll make it whole again.
But why are there so many obstacles in her way?
There's an annoying bastard who keeps competing with her for everything, haunting her every step.
And then there's a Buddhist cultivator who insists on following her.
“Listen, little monk...” She stepped closer. His face was as striking as a distant mountain, his eyes as deep as a cold pool. His features were exquisitely refined, like a solitary pine growing atop a snowy peak. “Don't you know men and women should keep their distance?”
Ji Wu lowered his eyes, his ebony staff planted on the ground. His voice was as calm as a sutra recitation. “Amitabha. This humble monk sees no distinction between men and women.”
She lifted her face, her nose nearly brushing his chin.
“You see no distinction between men and women...”
She stared into his placid eyes, her breath brushing his face as she enunciated each word:
“But I do.”
Ji Wu's Adam's apple bobbed.
