My name is Yun Qinghuan. I was originally the proud son of Qingyun Sect, but now I am the number one loser.
The spiritual root is broken, the engagement is broken, and I spend every day chopping wood and carrying water in the yard.
They said my life was over.
"I thought so too"—until I dropped a drop of blood on Jade Perry.
The Jade Perry guy woke up.
He is taciturn, cold and dignified, and his first words are:
"You have good blood."
I looked at myself - my spiritual roots were shattered into pieces, and my meridians were withered into firewood.
Well, where is good?
But he seemed to really think I was good.
The spiritual root is broken? He helped me recast it.
Being bullied? He said "you don't have to endure it".
The outer sect's competition drew the notorious Li Hu? He said calmly:
"It doesn't matter if it's useless."
So I slapped down Li Hu and flew away.
In the dead silence of the whole place, I hurriedly lowered my head:
"Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
Jade Perry was silent for a moment:
"... Pretending to be good."
Of course.
After all, I am a professional.
