She was dead, but not completely dead.
She was alive again, but her life was not complete enough.
Zhaoge sacrificed his blood to the common people with the body of the sect leader, and his soul dispersed from heaven to earth.
Five hundred years later, she woke up from her half-remaining soul with broken memories and incomplete strength. A man who always wears a mask silently accompanies her, clearing the way for her, but never draws a sword for her.
"Your cause and effect must be cut off with your own hands."
She didn't know that under the mask, it was the junior brother she had protected behind her, who had been waiting for her for five hundred years at the cost of half his body.
