The founding master of the mystic sect was reborn one day as a little toddler, three thousand years in the future.
She draws talismans, forges magical treasures, and rides a divine sword as she cuts down all who stand in her way. She thought she could carry the sect to greatness, but can someone tell her why the entire sect is obsessed with raising a child?!
Stop spoiling me, stop it! I don't want little clothes, pastries, or bedtime stories, and I definitely don't want you to rock me to sleep! And another thing! Don't call me Junior Sister! I'm your grandmaster!
Her newly accepted disciple is obedient and considerate, winning Jiang Cangcang's favor, until she learns the truth.
"The sect master of Xuanming Sect?"
"That's me."
"The regent of the Great Yong Dynasty?"
"That's me too."
"Su Rijin, junior disciple of Wuxi Sect?"
"Still me."
The cunning, handsome fox man closes in, step by step. "Master, you have always been so fond of your juniors. Would you allow your disciple to overstep the bounds just once?"
Jiang Cangcang gave him just one word in reply: "Get lost."
