Su Qingyuan trusted her senior sister, Liu Qingxue, only to be betrayed and framed by her. Her martial arts techniques were stolen, her name was smeared, and in the end, her master Huang Yaoshi was dragged down with her, both dying miserably in a sea of flames. She died with hatred in her heart.
When she opened her eyes again, she had been reborn at the age of ten, just as she first arrived on Peach Blossom Island. Liu Qingxue was still an innocent-looking junior sister.
Carrying the fear and bitter hatred of her past life, Su Qingyuan secretly vowed that this time she would protect her master, expose Liu Qingxue’s false virtue, defy fate, and never repeat the same mistakes.
What she could never have imagined was that every word of her thoughts from her reborn life would reach Huang Yaoshi’s ears.
Liu Qingxue stepped forward with feigned gentleness. “Qingyuan, from now on, I’ll be your senior sister. I’ll take good care of you.”
A cold laugh churned in Su Qingyuan’s heart, but she lowered her head timidly and said nothing.
Beneath the peach trees, Huang Yaoshi’s gaze darkened as he heard every bit of her grievance, regret, and determination to seek revenge.
He looked coldly at Liu Qingxue’s false gentleness, then turned his eyes to his little disciple’s timid act. In his heart, he now understood all the grudges from their past lives.
In her previous life, she had sacrificed herself for the Dao and gone with him to meet their doom. In this life, he could hear her thoughts and understand her intentions, and quietly gave her a world of peach blossoms to call her own. Master and disciple joined hands to tear away the false masks and rewrite the fate that had once been set in stone.
