It is very, very good that Master has a disciple. But I'm not him! The people who cultivate themselves call him a brilliant genius, and the world calls him the prince who lets blood to save people. The long sword swung back millions of soldiers, protected the world of cultivation, and saved those in disaster. But good men do not live long, and he died. What's the use of being a dead person? Now the master is mine, but as a teacher, why can't the master always fail to see my goodness?
Shen Qinghan didn't understand how a good disciple could become a demon.
Purpose: Mutual redemption