Metamorphosis

Yu Xiaoyu felt as though there was a hole in her chest, through which a chilling wind was blowing.

This coldness spread through her limbs, enveloping her in an icy abyss. Her eyes welled up with tears, on the verge of spilling over at any moment.

Xu Yi, observing Yu Xiaoyu’s appearance, grew even more infuriated.

However, this anger was not directed at Yu Xiaoyu herself, but rather at the Daqi Sect.

Yu Xiaoyu, as the young master of the Daqi Sect, should have received focused cultivation from the sect, becoming an elite disciple with both exceptional skills and character.

Yet, here she stood on the competition stage, unable to muster the courage to face Xu Yi. Unbeknownst to Xu Yi, even the Sect Master of the Daqi Sect was troubled by Yu Xiaoyu’s personality.

When the Sect Master discovered Yu Xiaoyu’s talent, he took her under his wing.

However, both he and his disciples were simple-minded craftsmen, their attention almost entirely devoted to their craft.