Twenty thousand years ago, the great powers of antiquity gathered, and black clouds loomed over the city. Wan Ranning was there at the epic battle on the summit, the war that rewrote the course of fate.
But if you ask Wan Ranning about the whole story?
Sorry, I don't know! I really don't! I'm just a little flower! Hey, wait, I said I'm just a little flower, so why are you making me fight too?!
The three realms were in turmoil, and a storm was brewing. The only disciple she took in after descending the mountain turned out to be the reincarnation of a demon. The various factions stirred restlessly, and all kinds of divine phenomena appeared out of nowhere. No one knew what would become of the world.
Wan Ranning only had one thing to say: Could I have some time to sleep? I've really been short on sleep lately!
Luo An, the one disciple under Wan Ranning who was simultaneously her first disciple, last disciple, personal disciple, eldest disciple, and so on and so forth, declared that only he could take care of his master's daily needs. Even if the Demon Realm dragged him home to inherit the throne, nothing could stop him from doing his master's laundry and cooking for her!!!!
Hot-tempered, lovesick, and devoted attack with a peculiar thought process X perpetually absent-minded, sleepy, easygoing, and celibate recipient
