I transmigrated into the role of a wicked master destined for a tragic end, so I decided to keep my head down and stay alive.
I keep my distance from the male lead and take him in as a disciple, hoping he’ll ascend as soon as possible.
I never expected my gentle senior brother to send me to my death with his own hands, all to bring back his “real” junior sister.
After escaping death, I tremble with fear, take in a fox as my protector, and keep a tight hold on my secret identity as I lie low.
That is, until my darkened, overpowered dragon-pride disciple comes looking for me with a sword in hand. His eyes red, he corners me against the wall.
“Master, had enough fun? It’s time to come home.”
But the young fox lord behind him lazily wraps an arm around my waist, his eyes full of defiance.
“She’s mine now.”
Me: …Is it too late to say I’m just passing through?
