After My Disciple Died, the Mystic Sect's Old Ancestor Went on a Rampage

Six months ago, the couple who lead Qingyun Sect took away the little disciple I had raised with my own hands.

They said she was their long-lost biological daughter, and tearfully swore to me that they would treat her well.

Today is her coming-of-age ceremony.

I traveled day and night to get here, just to see my little disciple in her new clothes, standing tall with a sword in hand.

But the girl standing on the stage wasn't my disciple. It was a girl named Bai Wan'er.

In her hand was my little disciple's treasured sword, Yingxue.

Over her shoulders was the flowing feather robe I had woven by hand, a garment that could withstand a thousand blades.

At her waist hung the priceless spiritual treasures I had painstakingly collected from all over the world for my little disciple, one by one.

My heart clenched.

In the crowd, my little disciple's parents were smiling at Bai Wan'er.

“Our Wan'er is so lovely. Just thinking about the way that little thief snatched her things makes me furious.”

“She's an ill-bred little slut. That tacky look of hers is exactly like her lowlife master from that shabby sect!”

In an instant, my blood boiled.

That very day, I led my disciples and razed Qingyun Sect to the ground.

So much for being a lowlife master from a shabby sect.