His thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to his previous life.
Severely wounded, Nie Li lay helpless on the riverbank.
"You're hurt."
"Are you all right?"
It was a woman's voice, ethereal, gentle, and refined.
When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that someone had rescued him and treated his wounds.
When he stepped outside, he saw his savior sitting beside the waterfall.
She was a young woman with her long hair tied in a high ponytail and two locks falling naturally beside her face. Dressed in a pure white gown, she dangled her fair calves over the edge of the waterfall, swinging them playfully.
Since he was badly injured and had nowhere to go, the girl invited him to accompany her to the Feathered God Sect, where she would teach him to cultivate.
As though guided by some unseen force, Nie Li agreed. It was then that he took this girl as his master.
In the days that followed, whenever Nie Li clashed with someone, he still beat them within an inch of their lives.
The girl stopped him at a critical moment and told him that to commune with heaven and earth, he had to let go of hatred.
Nie Li's fist was mere centimeters from his enemy's face, and the man was still trembling.
Hearing his master speak, Nie Li was deeply unwilling to stop and could not understand her. These people had called his master a demoness and a source of calamity, even slandering her by claiming that the blood of the Demon Race flowed through her veins.
The more Nie Li spoke, the angrier he became. Just as he lashed out, the girl waved her hand lightly and separated the two of them.
The girl asked him directly whether he thought she was a demoness.
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