After three years of honing my skills out in the world, I returned to the sect.
Only to learn that the junior sister I had carefully looked after since childhood and raised to be my future cultivation partner was dead.
Her spiritual root had been ripped out, her eyes destroyed, and her throat seared with a branding iron. Her life and cultivation were gone.
The woman who had transmigrated and stolen her spiritual root was walking toward me, surrounded by my fellow senior and junior disciples.
The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up.
"So you're the Seventh Senior Brother. I've heard so much about you. You're every bit as handsome as they say."
Theme: Revenge
