She thought about the sequestered princess who was actively trying to rig an esports death-match to win her hand in marriage.
And she thought about the silver-haired immortal who was currently sitting in a blizzard, patiently calculating how to conquer her mattress.
"I am a chef," Ji'an whispered to the silent room, pulling the heavy silk quilt entirely over her head, tucking herself into her own customized burrito of absolute transmigrator denial. "I just cook food. This is an entirely unreasonable amount of plot for one person."
On the bedside table, her spatial ring chimed softly as the internal arrays aligned.
Outside her window, the moonlight slowly shifted across the peaks.
The grace period was over.
The preparations were complete.
The countdown to the Official Sect Martial Ranking hit absolute zero, and tomorrow morning, the true bloodbath of the Celestial Sword Sect would finally begin.
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