I was once a cultivator blessed with the greatest talent and fortune. But because my half-sister was the reincarnation of a divine maiden, my cultivation was crippled and my spiritual root stolen, casting me into an endless mire. When I crawled out of one hell, I fell into another. Only in the end did I learn that it had all been nothing more than flowers reflected in a mirror and the moon reflected in water. A few strokes from someone else could determine the course of your entire life. So, break first, then rebuild: that is the essence of cultivation!
