Shang Can transmigrated into the role of a cultivation sect's chief disciple—a youthful genius, spirited and triumphant. Life had always been smooth for her, never encountering true hardship. Even her aloof and untouchably beautiful junior sister, whom others deemed cold and distant, would only soften into a gentle smile at the sight of her, obediently calling her "Senior Sister." She once believed the future would remain unchanged, but fate was unpredictable. Years later, amid the clouds, a figure clad in white robes resembled an exiled immortal, yet those striking eyes had lost their light. The usually composed voice trembled slightly as it spoke to her, word by deliberate word: *"Senior Sister, either you stay, or I go with you."* Now a demonic cultivator, Shang Can averted her gaze, unable to meet her eyes. Shang Can used to adore hearing Yun Duan call her "Senior Sister"—those words alone made her willing to give the girl everything, even plucking stars from the sky. But time had passed. Now, those two syllables no longer carried heartrending agony, only a dull, lingering ache. What her beloved junior sister desired most was something Shang Can could never provide.