An unconventional wicked cultivator woman × a male sword cultivator pretending to have amnesia
Everyday life + lighthearted + growth + mutual devotion + small worlds
I was an unknown rogue cultivator who joined the wicked immortal-seeking sect.
From then on, I worked to repair the sect's gates and secretly took a part-time job picking up trash.
One night, as I lounged in the courtyard watching the moon, a young man fell from the sky.
He had a jade-like face, a willowy figure, and a battered sword on his back.
Out of kindness, I took him in. Who knew he'd wake up with no memory at all?
Perfect, I happen to need a young man. Let's fill that spot, fill it right up.
