【Two equally powerful leads + high-martial-arts jianghu + no angst + plot-driven + ensemble cast】
When Luo Yu first entered the jianghu,
she carried a sword named Qingyu and bore the guilt of matricide.
Fallen from the clouds, she had lost her proud spirit.
She watched the rise and fall of all things with cold eyes.
Some said she was highly skilled, but had none of a hero’s spirit.
What does it mean to be a hero?
What is a hero?
After enduring countless hardships and returning once more,
she said,
“If the young harbor a soaring ambition, they should draw their swords and roam the world as heroes!”
【Mount Dongyue】
The snow-white Qingyu Sword suddenly pressed against his throat. The boy in white stared, stunned, as the girl in crimson looked up at him from his arms and smiled.
“So you could see me! If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let you win! But now, who’s the winner, you or me?”
“Your formation was amazing, but if I’d fought seriously, I definitely wouldn’t have been knocked out before a hundred moves…”
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Hey? Why are you blushing…”
He thought perhaps the spring sunshine was simply too warm, reddening his face. The boy in white touched the heart that had begun to race because of her. How wonderful: the seed had sprouted.
