I Am a Malicious Criminal on Death Row

"Who would stay by the side of a disgraceful senior disciple who is beyond imitation?"

It was a miserable life.

I never fulfilled my wish to become a proper senior disciple worthy of my only junior disciple, Usa, and I grew increasingly insecure from a daily life of always being compared to her.

At the end of all those wasted years, I was left alone.

My master never called for me before dying, and my disciple unilaterally cut ties with me.

At the end of it all, what did Usa point at my throat with?

When I opened my eyes again in deep despair, I was sixteen years old again, back in the days when I was studying at Wuheng Mountain.

Is this a chance to begin again,

or merely the continuation of karma?

"Usa, next time we meet... I'll kill you."