Blurb:
As if playing a joke, fate made a disciple's soul transmigrate into their master's body.
Qi Chuan cried out inwardly, "What the heck? How did my junior brothers and sisters suddenly become my disciples?" He had ten thousand questions and not a single answer.
A barrier they encountered during their training, a "Master" beneath the icy pool, a voice echoing in his mind. Who are you looking for? Where are you?
Illusions appeared from time to time, revealing another side of his disciple.
"You're not Qi Chuan..."
That person was a shadow deep within.
"I can't find you anymore..."
The master's divine consciousness appeared out of nowhere. A disguise technique? You...
"You're Bai Moxuan."
Everything was heading in an unpredictable direction.
Was this really what was happening?
Was it really just a soul transmigration?
There was something off about the disciple's gaze!
An innocent, carefree master who turns cold, as the bottom, x an aloof on the outside but warmhearted and proud disciple, as the top
Dear immortal readers, please be lenient with this child's mistakes!
Theme: I want to write pure romance, but I always go off track. I'll do my best!
Does Master know the art of disguise (??ω??)??? Then who is inside Qichuan?