Our youngest sister had the part of the girl everyone adored.
My master and all six of my fellow male disciples were destined to cherish her as dearly as their own lives.
I was the vicious supporting character.
I would fight her for magical treasures and men, frame her, humiliate her, and bully her.
In the end, my master would rip out my immortal bones, my senior brother would cut out my immortal core, and my junior brothers would throw me into a demon pit to be tortured to death.
But after I fell into the Waters of Sin, I woke up to the truth.
Instead of storming back to our sect to confront her, as the story demanded, I took on six female disciples on my master’s behalf, all in one go.
Every one of them was beautiful, lively, and quick-witted.
I brought them back to the sect.
Our youngest sister became Eighth Sister.
