Shen Junzhuo, the Qingyun Sect’s junior granduncle, has three daily pastimes: drinking, daydreaming, and basking in the sun with her eyes covered.
No one can see through her cultivation, and no one has ever seen her open her eyes.
She never cultivates, yet no one can withstand a single one of her sword strikes.
Her eyes are covered, but she sees more clearly than anyone.
Until one day...
A divine-transforming spirit herb from the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines cries out, calling her “Master”;
The sword intent that protects the Rogue Cultivators’ Alliance is identical to the one she casually unleashed;
An ancient seal at the sacred grounds of the Sword Dao bears a carving of her portrait;
The Lord of the Underworld personally sees her out, then asks, “When will you come play chess again?”
One secret identity after another is revealed:
Valley Master of the Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines, honored guest of the Rogue Cultivators’ Alliance, White-Robed Sword Immortal, Ferryman of Wangchuan, Emperor Zhaohua...
The entire cultivation world is trying to find out: who exactly is this junior granduncle?
She takes a sip of wine and replies coolly:
“Stop investigating. I can’t even keep count myself.”
Only later do people learn:
She has gone by three thousand names over the past thirty thousand years.
The rift in the Heavenly Dao above was patched by her with her own eyes.
The red mark between her brows is the last glimmer of the Creator God.
Someone asks, “How many identities do you have, really?”
She raises her wine jug to the moon:
“Can you count the stars?”
