I transmigrated into Fox Spirit Matchmaker ten years ago, and I still owe Tu Shan Yaya a confession.
Ten years ago, I was a lowly servant in Tu Shan, while she was the lofty second-in-command. I didn't dare tell her I liked her, because I wasn't worthy of her.
Ten years later, I'm the youngest sword prodigy in the One Qi Alliance, and I saved every member of the Masked Faction in a battle beyond the circle. At last, I'm worthy of standing before her.
But the look in her eyes is colder than the frost of the northern frontier.
“If you have something to say, say it. If not, get lost. Tu Shan doesn't keep idlers.”
I danced with my sword to make amends. She broke through the ice wall and used her icy demonic power to force out the Black Fox's corruption.
“You dare hurt one of my people on my turf? Did you ask me first?”
I know my Yaya-jie has never changed.
The writing is so out of the ordinary that the main character's motivations are incomprehensible.
Everything is good, but she doesn't look like the fox demon matchmaker.
Emmm It's okay, right?