After transmigrating twelve years ago, Bai Zhen finally awakened his spirit: a crystal that looked like nothing more than a display ornament.
While others wielded blades to slay demons, he planted vines and made them bloom.
While others fought bloody battles, he picked fruit and even used it to heal people.
Then, at the competition between the five clans, ten crystal vines burst from the ground, and crystal flowers filled the arena with layers of illusory images. Transparent wings spread in the light, and the boy everyone called a "support" forced his opponent into a corner with nowhere left to retreat.
The spectators across the city were dumbfounded. "What kind of support fights like that?!"
Even more outrageous, he had an older brother, Bai Jue, whose sword was absurdly fast, and an older sister, Bai Qinghe, who dared to let enemies into her formation before personally cutting off their escape routes.
One dared to imagine, one dared to strike, and one dared to account for the entire battlefield.
From a small town of blue stone to the peaks of the sect, the three grew more and more famous with every fight, while their enemies grew increasingly restless.
Bai Zhen only wanted to ask sincerely:
"I'm just a support. It's perfectly reasonable for me to know a few extra moves, right?"
