Five hundred years ago, she was a flash of green beside the White Snake. Five hundred years later, she would be the one to burn down the pagoda.
Xiao Qing watched helplessly as Bai Suzhen flooded Jinshan Temple for Xu Xian, only to be sealed beneath Leifeng Pagoda by Fahai.
That day, she crushed her fangs and swore a blood oath: “If Heaven will not tolerate my sister, then I will burn the sky!”
When disaster struck Shura City, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by the law of the jungle, she was forced to learn to trust. She trusted Sima, leader of the Rakshasas, only to be betrayed.
She trusted a mysterious masked youth, only to be caught in a shocking lie.
It was only when the youth carved out his heart to build a bridge for her, and his bones became a snake-patterned whistle in her hand, that she understood: in Shura City, where obsession ensnared the soul, she was never the only one trapped.
When she returned to the human world, Leifeng Pagoda had become a ruin, and the reincarnated scholar by West Lake still had the same gentle eyes.
But as Bai Suzhen brushed her fingers over Xu Xian’s temples, Xiao Qing saw another face deep within his soul: the youth who had risked his life to send her away from Shura City.
The Buddha says, “Love is a trial, and obsession is a sin.”
Xiao Qing smiled, wreathed in demonic flames, and swept her sleeves into the wind. “Then I’ll make a blade of this trial and carve out a road for my sister to come home!”
