Blurb:
Rong Wan, the foremost swordswoman in the cultivation world, took Xue Fengzhi as her disciple.
She chose the cultivation method best suited to him, filled a room with rare immortal herbs for him, and helped him advance his cultivation.
But he was carefree and unruly, never acting serious, and dedicated himself to making his ice-cold master lose her composure.
Rong Wan: This herbal soup is very nourishing.
Xue Fengzhi: Feed it to me, Master.
Rong Wan: ?
Rong Wan: What kind of magical artifact do you need for the Immortal Sects Tournament?
Xue Fengzhi: I need Master to give me a hug.
Rong Wan: ...
Rong Wan: The bedroom is a little cold. It might not be very comfortable.
Xue Fengzhi: As long as you're with me, anywhere can be a place of tenderness.
Rong Wan: ...All right.
What should you do when your disciple keeps trying to overstep his place?
After Xue Fengzhi recovered his memories of his past life, he looked at Rong Wan with confusion and a hint of reluctance.
Xue Fengzhi: Master, why were you the only one by my side when my spiritual power was completely gone?
Rong Wan: ...If I say I was just passing by, would you believe me?
Theme: Nothing can wear down a truly sincere heart
