After I was reborn, everyone in the sect could hear my thoughts. [Senior Brother, what are you so happy about? You think she’s your wife, but she’s actually your master’s wife.] [Second Senior Brother cares so much about his appearance. If he knew he’d die without even a stitch of clothing on, would he be so mad he’d come back to life?] [Little Junior Brother is so adorable in his true form. Who would’ve thought he’d end up being stewed as an ingredient for medicine?] Master’s expression grew more and more twisted. I sighed inwardly. [The one who has it worst is Master. Not only was he forced into bed, he was killed so someone could prove their Dao, and his bones were made into a spirit sword.] The senior and junior brothers, who had only ever cared for the junior sister, began avoiding her. She couldn’t understand why the brothers who used to indulge her now treated her like a plague.
