I was Sword Venerable Jiang Tingxue’s most devoted anti-fan.
I spent nearly a century slandering him from the shadows, yet he never once noticed me.
Then his cultivation was destroyed overnight, and his enemies threw him into a brothel to be humiliated.
I went there especially to laugh at him.
But when I saw the sickly beauty in a blood-soaked robe, blind eyes veiled in white, the words that came out of my mouth were not the ones I had planned.
“Hey, Jiang Tingxue, want to come with me?”
“…I suppose I could treat you a little better.”
And so, in the hundredth year of my futile obsession with Jiang Tingxue, he became the beautiful prize I kept all to myself.