The Cool, Aloof Junior Uncle Descends from the Altar

[A lightly ensemble-focused story] [Mutual healing] [Male and female leads]

It was said that Shangyan Sect had a junior martial uncle dressed in white as pure as snow, with the elegance of a clear breeze and bright moon. He lived alone in Zhulin Jue, had reached the divine realm, yet spent years in seclusion without ever showing himself.

When Mi Chu first arrived at Shangyan Sect and heard this, he was full of disdain. If this man really had such abilities, why was he afraid to show his true face?

Seeing everyone eager to take him as their master only made Mi Chu scoff. Never did he expect that, by a twist of fate, he would become the disciple of the very person he despised most.

“Your Highness, if you’re worried about him, why send him off to face danger? Why not keep him by your side and teach him, just as you taught us?”

Mi Chu’s hand stopped abruptly as he was about to knock. He leaned closer to the door.

“He is not like you.”

Si Yin’s cool voice from inside was as icy as frost. It pierced Mi Chu’s mind, freezing him all over and plunging him into an abyss.

“Master, I was rotten from the start. You can’t change me.”

“And if you don’t acknowledge me as your disciple, then don’t. After all, I don’t want to be only your disciple.”

…

“Remember, she is the most revered woman on the Tianyuan Continent. Her name is

Chu Shouyi.”

“Mi Chu, find her. Bring back the real Chu Shouyi.”

…

“Chu Shouyi, even if you die, you’d better die above those nine layers of clouds. And even if you can’t get up there, I, Yue Fu, will kick you up there one step at a time.”

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