Being Falsely Accused of Being a Disaster Star, I Turned Around and Subverted the Martial Arts World

The smell of blood and sandalwood were strangely intertwined in the airless quiet room. Su Linshuang knelt on the futon, her body trembling slightly from the cold. Her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her - the master of Qingxu Temple, the mentor who picked her up from the snow, the old Taoist priest. He sat cross-legged, eyes closed, and an extremely peaceful, even happy smile on his face. If it weren't for the half-embedded dagger in his heart and his already cold body temperature, this scene would have been a perfect death.