She has always been on a relentless quest for revenge. Unveiling a hidden betrayal from her past, she discovers the elusive Xian Lingyu is linked to the shadows that shattered her life.
Xian Lingyu is a genius cultivator with secrets as profound as the forces they seek to unravel.
She clutched the tattered parchment, its faded ink screaming betrayal.
She had always believed that requited love could weather any storm, that it was a a symphony whispered in shared breaths, and a tapestry woven with dreams.......
Lin Xuewei: What is love?
Xin Lingyu: Love is the ember you tend in the wreckage of your past, its warmth defying the chill of doubt that whispers your name.
Suddenly, a tremor shook the peak, the earth splitting open beneath them. Xian Lingyu's serene mask shattered, replaced by a flicker of raw terror.
Lin Xuewei: What is hatred?
Xin Lingyu: Hatred is the echo of your stolen voice, amplified by the ghosts of what might have been, had trust not bled to betrayal.
Suddenly, a tremor shook the peak, the earth splitting open beneath them. Xian Lingyu's serene mask shattered, replaced by a flicker of raw terror.