The day Divine Sword Mountain, the greatest sect in the realm, came to Jingzhou to test our spiritual roots, I had just stolen my cousin’s fiancé.
She neither cried nor made a scene.
She simply laid her hand on the sacred testing artifact.
Radiance blazed.
The hall erupted.
She had heavenly-grade spiritual roots, a gift seen scarcely once in a century.
I hurried to put my hand on it too.
Not a glimmer.
Not a sound.
I had no spiritual roots at all!
But I knew when to bend.
I threw my arms around my cousin’s legs and begged through my tears.
“Sister, I was wrong before.
I’ll be your slave, your maid—anything.
Please take me with you to cultivate!”