Ling Naonao crushed a thousand-year-old jade staircase on her very first day as an apprentice.
Her master and all four senior brothers can hear her every thought.
She has no idea.
So when she stares at her master's abs and floods her thoughts with wild admiration, he silently hands her a cup of tea. “Had enough?”
When she secretly gossips about her senior brothers in her head, all four of them turn bright red.
Blow up the alchemy room? Her senior brothers fix it. Slice off a mountain peak with a flying sword? Her senior brothers smooth it over. Turn the mountain-protecting formation into a ball of yarn? Her master says, “You did a lovely job.”
The whole sect is trying to figure out where this destructive junior sister came from.
Only her master writes on the last page of his diary each night: She demolished three more rooms today. Adorable.
Very pretty