A Clear Heart, But Not a Pure One: My Master Chants the Spell for Me

The day I transmigrated into someone with a mixed spiritual root, the whole sect laughed at me.

Only Sword Venerable Xie Wuwang’s eyes reddened.

He took me as his disciple and came to my room every night to recite the Heart-Clearing Mantra. I closed my eyes and listened, but I could sense his emotions: nervousness, anticipation, and a heart pounding like thunder.

The next day, rumors ran wild through the sect: “Sword Venerable Xie spent the whole night in her room!”

I couldn’t explain myself. I just wanted to ask: “Master, you’re reciting that Heart-Clearing Mantra for yourself, aren’t you?”

Only later did I learn that he had waited a thousand years for me.