Bai Li, a nine-tailed fox from Qingqiu, has her heart carved out and her tails severed by her enemies, losing her memories in the process. Once they return, she sets out for Kunlun to seek instruction and take revenge, dragging her battered body along. She forges her hatred into a blade and swears to make her enemies pay in blood.
But on the day she enters the immortal sect, she encounters the most horrifying sight of her life: Qing Ci, Kunlun’s senior disciple, has a face identical in every detail to that of her enemy.
Clad in a moon-white Daoist robe, he is stern and severe, yet secretly helps her recover. His eyes hold complicated feelings she cannot understand. The face in her memories, however, is false and cold-blooded. Where his spear fell, her ninth tail cried out, and pain tore through her heart.
Snow has fallen without pause on Mount Kunlun for a thousand years. When those familiar features overlap beneath the moonlight, Bai Li finally understands: Kunlun’s snow is colder than Qingqiu’s blood, and this face torments her even more than it did back then.
Is her enemy still alive? Is there another explanation? Clutching the sword her senior disciple personally gave her, she draws ever closer to the truth, caught between her obsession with revenge and an inexplicable wavering. It turns out that some hatred had already begun to crack when she was quietly saved.
The language is beautiful, the characters are rich, and the plot is compact. The sadomasochism of falling in love and killing each other can most resonate with readers. Looking forward to more exciting follow-up.