In the third year after I lost all my cultivation, the wicked disciple I had expelled from the sect returned.
He crushed the Immortal Alliance and bathed the Demon Realm in blood. Now he was the Demon Lord, feared throughout the Three Realms.
In the sect's main hall, he lifted my chin with the tip of his sword. "Master, tell me, who should kneel to whom now?"
I gritted my teeth, ready to self-destruct my soul, but he suddenly reined in his fury and tugged at my sleeve with a pitiful expression.
"I was just teasing you... Actually, every night I hug the cultivation manual you gave me and cry..."
"Shut up!"
My face burning, I reached to cover his mouth, but he caught me and pulled me into his arms.
The hall fell deathly silent. The elders' snacks rolled all over the floor.
It's innovative and pretty.