Lin Shuang stood on the top of Tianshan Mountain, looking at the mountains in the distance. Fifteen years later, she still could not forget that bloody night.
She was only seven years old that year, and among the 137 members of the Qingcheng sect, no one except her was spared. She remembered that that night, the master hid her in the ancient well in the back mountain. Through the gap at the wellhead, she watched the black shadows passing by and listened to the screams one after another.
