It was a realm of cultivation, where people drew power from the very essence of the universe, bending mystical forces to their will.
The master and her disciple were not mere mortals either; they were from the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, the most powerful sect in the nation.
The master herself was the strongest existence in the entire world, a force that could command the elements and shatter mountains with a thought.
When they spotted the man, both master and disciple were filled with rage.
Their eyes flared with deadly intent, for their sacred bodies had been seen by this lowly mortal.
They considered killing him on the spot, for such an offense was unforgivable.
But the man, blessed—or perhaps cursed—by the heavens, survived.
When the man awoke, the master offered him a position as a servant within the sect.
