I once thought that the life of Yingxia Sect would go on like this forever.
The eldest brother's palm always held me firmly when I was dozing off in morning classes; the second senior sister always asked me if her makeup was beautiful after practicing the sword; the third senior brother planned every step of the chess game for me; the fourth senior sister always stood in front of me and said with a smile, "It doesn't hurt."
Later, the master ascended and the rays of light dissipated.
They traveled down the mountain and said that when they came back, I would be the most majestic junior sister of my Yingxia Sect.
But they lied to me.
The second senior sister who loved beauty had lost her face when she returned.
The smartest third senior brother, he had calculated everything except himself.
The Fourth Senior Sister, who was afraid of the pain, gritted her teeth in purgatory and did not say a single word.
And my senior brother used his soul, flesh and blood to carve an eternal restriction for all of us to return.
Now, I am the current divine king and the new head of Yingxia Sect.
They all say that my Taoist heart is unparalleled and I am worthy of destiny.
No one knows, my way is not above the blue clouds, it is only outside the mountain gate that year, after a rain when no one came to the appointment.
Intention: "Loss" is transformed into the ultimate "gain"