After transmigrating to this immortal cultivation world, Luo Xinghan had long since become a major powerhouse. But one day, in his own disciple's room, he unexpectedly came across a diary.
"Master subdued our nemesis, the Azure Blue Sect, again today. He's still as powerful and unreachable as ever. Even though I fought at the front lines too, the way he looks at me is still as placid as undisturbed water...
Master went into seclusion to overcome his tribulation, aiming to break through that final barrier. I stood guard outside the hall, never leaving his side.
Seven days later, he emerged. His cultivation was unfathomable, and he had reached the state of returning to the natural way. I couldn't sense even a trace of spiritual energy from him. Strangely, though, his attitude toward me seemed to have softened ever so slightly.
At the New Year's Eve banquet, Master drank with his close friend. Cultivators aren't supposed to get drunk, but his face turned red anyway. I helped him back to his chambers. His faint, fresh scent lingered around me, and the person in my arms felt so soft. Gazing at his sleeping face, I suddenly thought... Master is kind of cute. I really want to pinch his cheeks.
I accidentally saw Master bathing today. That smooth, delicate skin, that jade-white back... My heart was pounding like it would burst. Master is... so unfairly alluring.
Master called me a 'wicked disciple.' All I did was sneak a kiss while he wasn't looking. His lips were so soft and a little sweet. I want to kiss him again."
The instant Luo Xinghan closed the diary, a chill shot up the back of his neck, sinking straight to the bone.
"Master, you've been deceiving your disciple for so long," a voice whispered by his ear. "Don't you think... you ought to make it up to me?"
