In the events prior to Yu Xian's first encounter with cultivation, there lied the unknown inklings of another fateful encounter.
Yet unbeknownst to him, that very person had been standing a mere few steps away from where he had inwardly declared his own aspirations.
As she stood before the gates of East Imperial Academy, a young woman named Xing felt an unrelenting amount of anxiety weighing within her.
A legendary academy with a history of world-renowned graduates under its belt,
I, Xing, will probably not graduate.