Spectating the Angsty Romance of the Master and Disciple from the Sect Next Door

Li Jin’an and Qingxiao Immortal Venerable Xie Huaixue from the neighboring Grand Dao Sect were arch-rivals. They cultivated the Dao side-by-side, yet Li Jin’an found herself consistently outshone by the neighboring Immortal Venerable; even the disciples she took were inferior to Xie Huaixue’s. She harbored a one-sided grudge against Xie Huaixue for millennia. She believed this was all due to the advantages reaped from cultivating the Heartless Dao. Her rival had simply gotten lucky; otherwise, Li Jin’an was certain she would have been the slightly superior one. One day, Li Jin’an had a dream in which she was living in a storybook—a background character destined for an early demise. The text mentioned her only briefly: “The Jijin Sword Sovereign could be considered a hero of her generation, it’s a pity she fell midway.” The rest of the story? It was entirely focused on Xie Huaixue, practitioner of the Heartless Dao, and her entanglements with her three disciples. All of them vied to possess the cold-hearted, unfeeling Xie Huaixue, leading to a two-million-word saga of love, hate, passion, and vengeance… and it didn’t even have a proper ending, leaving it unknown which disciple Xie Huaixue ended up with. Huh??? Her own downfall isn’t even given a reason, but they have all the time in the world for lovey-dovey drama with disciples, is that it?! Li Jin’an, infuriated, rose, grabbed her sword, and charged over to settle the score. … It was said by all that the Jijin Sword Sovereign had coveted the Qingxiao Immortal Venerable for ten thousand years, finally achieving her desire through relentless pursuit and pestering. Li Jin’an had something to say about that: She hadn’t even been alive for ten thousand years, so she couldn’t possibly have been pining for Xie Huaixue for that long. Later, reflecting on that day, she realized she had indeed made the first move, effectively walking right into a trap. When an old house catches fire, there’s no saving it from the blaze. (Idiom: an older person falling deeply and passionately in love) I’ve thought it over and over; you and I are meant to be the most compatible.