[Not a cool article] [No system] [With a female protagonist] [Slow heat] [IQ online] Be cautious when entering the pit.
On a rainy night, Elder Xuanxiao's poisonous sword pierced my left lung. The golden pattern on Xuanxiao's robe was exactly the same as that of the murderer who wiped out my family thirteen years ago. He stepped on the fragments of his mother's purse left behind, just like the gleaming "Xuanxiao" waist plate at the top of the Jingguan where the remains of blood relatives were piled up. The Dantian trembled amid the thunder - it was the same situation when my father was crushed into a sea of qi. When the flames in my heart ignited, I realized: destiny is a knife tempered with blood debt, and the hand holding the knife should be mine.
