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『Being a Master Is a High-Risk Occupation』
As a transmigrator, you knew all too well that being a master is a high-risk occupation. You were determined never to take on any disciples and focus solely on your cultivation. Yet, when you saw an obedient little child covered in blood, your heart softened after all. You took him in as your disciple, treated him with genuine warmth, and raised him to be bright and cheerful... Surely, he wouldn't harbor any wicked thoughts now, right? Late at night, he stands by your bedside, looking down at you before crouching to stroke your hair. "Master, why did you smile at someone else today...? It hurts so much. You belong only to me."
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