Before my junior sister joined the Sword Sect, I was its pride.
My Mingfeng Sword and I were held in high hopes by everyone.
But my junior sister’s arrival changed everything.
She was beautiful and pure, innocent and guileless, yet she took my Hundred-Forged Steel and snatched my Thousand-Jade Shards.
Then one day, she smiled sweetly and said, “I want your sword, Senior Sister.”
I refused outright, but my master, who had always doted on me, sent me to the Sword Prison for defying him.
The junior brother I had raised with my own hands beat me until I was covered in blood.
When I came to, I saw my junior sister toss my sword into the Ten-Thousand-Fires Furnace as if it were nothing.
“This piece of junk is pointless to have.” She smiled brightly, but I could see the malice in her eyes.
But did she really not know that my sword was forged from phoenix blood?
The phoenix loves the flames most of all.
And I, too, will rise from the ashes!
