Everyone in the sect knows that Chu Yao is a poisonous flower with thorns, with advanced cultivation and ruthless methods.
The new disciples were tortured terribly by her, but I was the only one who could see the loneliness hidden between her brows.
Until that night, she was poisoned by a strange poison and fell limply in my arms, her hot breath spraying on the side of my neck: "Don't make a sound... Help me."
Only then did I realize that what she was suppressing under her ruthless disguise was actually the secret of evil that could subvert the sect...
At this moment, everyone in the sect has surrounded us, asking her to hand over the stolen treasure...
