Summary
I thought our eldest senior brother was the very picture of grace and virtue—until I started hearing his thoughts. While everyone admired him, he called them trash and contemplated locking me in the Netherworld Blood River. The cultivation world’s beloved Lord Yinghua was actually the Demon Sovereign, and I was the unfortunate junior disciple who knew his secret. I decided to gather evidence and expose him. Instead, rumors spread that I was hopelessly in love with him. Then he discovered I could hear him. Being carried off to the Demon Realm was bad enough. Why was there a piece of my memory missing?