She Was His Faith

Perhaps it was the first time anyone had ever said such a thing to him.

Something seemed to shatter in Sang Xinghui's dark eyes, while something else broke through the soil and came to life.

Absolute power...

Sang Xinghui hesitated no longer. He dropped to his knees. "I beg you, Immortal, take me as your disciple."

He was only an illegitimate son. His standing in the lineage was barely above that of the maids and guards.

His mother often said that only those who endured the bitterest hardship could rise above others.

And he had endured that bitterness for eighteen years.

This was the first time anyone had told him to settle a grudge on the spot—and to possess absolute power.

Zhu Min waved a hand. "I don't have time to raise a disciple."

In all these years, she had never wanted to take on a disciple. It sounded like a nuisance.

Sang Xinghui hurriedly said, "I won't cause you trouble. I only hope you'll take me with you. I don't want to stay at Brocade Splendor Manor anymore."

Brocade Splendor Manor?

Zhu Min frowned. Her voice was clear and cold, carrying a chill that brooked no argument.

"No."

With that single, icy word, she turned to leave.

Sang Xinghui watched her retreating figure and tightened his grip on his sword. He did not pester her again. Instead, he headed into the dense forest.

She Was His Faith

Half an hour later, Zhu Min rescued Sang Xinghui, now barely breathing, from the jaws of a spirit beast.

Sang Xinghui was covered in wounds, but he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly raised his sword, ready to charge back in.

Zhu Min frowned at him but did not stop him. She merely glanced at the sky and turned to leave.

Sang