As Shen Luojun, a disciple of Tianshan, was descending the mountain, she came across Ling Yuan, the young lord of the Wolf Clan, gravely wounded and on the verge of death. He was drenched in blood, yet still wore a wicked smile. His dark green eyes fixed on her, seeming to taunt her, or perhaps tempt her.
Shen Luojun should have ended his life with a single sword stroke. But the cunning little demon acted so pitiful and innocent that, in a moment of weakness and for reasons she couldn't explain, she took him as her disciple. She kept him by her side under the pretext of their master-disciple bond, just to stop him from bringing chaos to the mortal world.
But beneath his obedient facade, a consuming flame of desire burned in his eyes. He called her “Master,” yet wanted to drag her down from her pedestal and make her his.
The demon lord, trapped atop Tianshan, shattered the Yuxu Mirror and trekked through the snow, his body covered in blood, just for a chance to see her.
Shen Luojun held her sword and snapped, “You wretch, are you trying to get yourself killed?”
He only chuckled, his bloodstained fingertips stroking her face. “Master... You're the only one in this world who can kill me.”
What you thought was their first meeting was actually a reunion he had plotted for years.
Cold-hearted, ruthless master × deranged, wolfish demon lord
◆ Forbidden master-disciple romance + evenly matched rivals + mutual imprisonment
◆ He advances step by step while she steadily loses ground
Content warnings:
The male lead is sweet on the outside but dark within, flirtatious and unhinged, and obsessively fixated on his master.
The female lead is cold on the outside but soft inside. She is wary at first, then falls hard.
Love and hate intertwine, with sweetness edged by heartbreak and intense push and pull.
The writing is good but not popular. The writing style has a flavor of old martial arts. The volume is also appropriate. It is concise enough to explain the core of the story clearly. This is the fragrance of the master and apprentice at the end of the year [sending my heart] Delicious! Immortal product! Thanks for cooking, madam!
Look what a relic I found! The plot is compact and not sloppy; the language is restrained and not sensational. In my mind it scores 9.5, But in Tomato it might be rated 9.2, Right?
I skipped through it because I like to read about emotional lines. I hope the author will write more chapters about daily life after marriage [laughing] The main text is so sweet 🥺