A long sword pierced her abdomen. Wan Yuru, the peerless female immortal who had lived for more than seven hundred years in the cultivation world, died at the hands of her most beloved eldest disciple, Jiuxiao.
"Master betrayed the sect and fell into the demonic path. She has no right to go on living."
Those were the last words she heard in her previous life, delivered lightly.
Reborn, she looked at the ten-year-old child on the bed, weeping bitterly. She couldn't help raising the short sword in her hand, thinking bitterly: My dear disciple, you were born with a wolf's ambitions, and you're already ten. I doubt your master can teach you to change, so you'd better have a good reincarnation and become a good person in your next life
She thrust the sword down
Theme: Handsome men are full of lies. Never trust them too easily
