[Complete] I used to be a master of the Demon Cult, but one careless move put me at a disadvantage, and I was tossed out onto the street.
I thought I was going to die right there. But hey! Miss? Young master? Doctor? Don’t go picking up handsome guys off the street!
I’m from the Demon Cult, the Demon Cult! Look closely! The great demon of the cult is my dad! Is that bowl of medicine your way of upholding justice? Are you using treatment as an excuse to kidnap me and extort the Demon Cult?
Hey, hey, could you at least check if I’m alive?
Is this even a proper wuxia story?!
[Chatty, useless young master vs. cool, aloof expert physician + wuxia with two heroines + mutual devotion (under duress) + one-on-one romance] Updated daily. Synopsis sponsored by the chatty young master:
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