I transmigrated to the cultivation world and became the maid of a good-for-nothing young master.
Born with severed meridians, he endured endless mockery, yet always told me, "Xiao Tao, once I master my divine art, I'll give you a lifetime of freedom."
I scoffed and secretly cultivated. Ten years later, I became a powerful figure in my own right.
He was still a mortal, grinning foolishly in a corner as he watched me slaughter my enemies.
Until the day I was surrounded by formidable foes. He suddenly stepped in front of me and smiled softly.
"Xiao Tao, I lied to you."
"It wasn't mastering a divine art. It was... becoming the Dao itself."
