The day my childhood sweetheart dug out my spiritual root, she cried and said, "Brother Shen Che, you saved my life once. I'll repay you for the rest of mine."
Three years later, she became the Holy Maiden of the Azure Cloud Sect, worshiped by thousands.
I became the core of her sect's grand formation, an inscription laborer not even worthy of a name.
She doesn't know that every step she took to rise, every wave of spiritual power from a setback, and every fragment of fortune scattered when a prodigy fell was swallowed up by the Fortune-Devouring Formation beneath my feet.
She also doesn't know that I stopped wanting the piece of my spiritual root she took years ago a long time ago.
"Guess how many Heavenly Dao laws I've devoured in these three years?"
