My Master's Title Was...

"Master..."

Yun Ya forced out a smile.

"May I ask which Immortal Mountain our sect cultivates on?"

Though she had a hundred objections in her heart, Yun Ya still accepted Adam's invitation. She had not even had time to ask Adam's name or about his sect.

After all, given the situation at the time, she felt she had no room to refuse.

"Our sect is called the Flower Wandering Sect. We have only just been founded, and we have yet to choose a location."

Adam did not hide the Flower Wandering Sect's current situation from her.

"But you needn't worry about its prospects. With me here, the Flower Wandering Sect's future will surely be bright. In the future, you will be the sect's senior sister."

"Phew—"

Yun Ya's long exhale held none of the disappointment of being scammed into a company with nothing. Instead, it was filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.

So her master was an independent cultivator who had only just founded a sect. Good, good. That was already far, far better than a demon cultivator or devil cultivator.

Then Yun Ya could not help feeling excited.

Compared to a disciple of some great cultivation sect suddenly telling her that she had talent for cultivation and wanting to recruit a little thief like her, something so unrealistic and illogical, a poisoned pie that screamed trouble from every angle—

This sort of small sect, or even an independent cultivator, wanting her as a successor was much more in line with the sort of immortal opportunity someone like her should encounter.

Even if independent cultivators were not as formidable as famous orthodox sects, it was still better than being a mortal who could only survive through petty theft every day, wasn't it?

"Master above, please accept this