The White Bone Demon was on the verge of tears.
Death?!
She sobbed, "Master, I don't want to die! Please, save me. I am willing to offer myself to you; you can do whatever you want with me. I know all the positions."
Sha Chen's cheek twitched. He snorted, "Cut the crap. Guard your original mind."
"On ordinary days, when I tell you to listen carefully, you're always daydreaming, thinking about who knows what."
The White Bone Demon didn't dare to argue because, in truth, she really had been distracted by such thoughts. When Sha Chen lectured on the Dao, she found him so handsome that she often wished it wasn't a cushion beneath him but herself; how wonderful that would be. Then, lost in thought, she became a poor student. Now the consequences had arrived. During her breakthrough, her foundations were unstable, and her Dao heart was not firm enough, posing the possibility of a failed breakthrough.
