Su Wang only wants to be a good-for-nothing odd-job disciple in the Flowing Cloud Sect, quietly staying alive for a hundred years.
He carefully calculates every last trace of spiritual energy, avoids all risky assignments, and even measures the water for the vegetable patch down to the drop.
That is, until one night, he stumbles upon a theft at the Repository Pavilion and becomes the only witness.
As the enforcement disciples surround him, only one thought remains in his mind: “My plan to quietly survive for a hundred years is going up in smoke!”
But the very next moment, the Saintess Ye Qingge, cool and clear as the moon, emerges through the mist.
“I’m taking this man with me.”
The jade pendant at her waist, resembling a token of the demonic sect, gleams with an eerie light in the morning sun.
Su Wang gazes at the Saintess’s breathtaking profile, alarm bells ringing inside him: This is bad!
