On the night when Liu Xi was refined into a soul-eating wick, seven-year-old Xiao Jin looked into her eyes across the magic circle. Ten years later, she became Wangchuan Yin's top oiran, and he was the youngest commander of the Xuantie Guard in the Demon-Suppressing Division. The nobles in the capital did not know that whenever night fell, the strings she touched with her fingertips would burn the souls of her enemies. The blood stained by the demon-slaying sword on his waist always turned into the golden light in her lamp oil before dawn. "Master Xiao, my light is about to go out." She smiled and coughed up gold-tinged blood. He pointed his sword at the elder of the Immortal Sect in the street: "Either break the curse, or - I will let the entire Kunlun Mountain be buried with her!" On the day when the lights were turned off, the light of the sword of the Hundred Thousand Black Iron Guards illuminated the last smile on her lips.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
