[Gentle founder of an immortal sect × childhood friend and young bodyguard]
Cangling died and was reborn. She looked around, only to find the mountains and rivers unchanged, while everyone she had known was gone for good.
To her, this rebirth felt more like a punishment.
Then she found a young boy.
He was covered in wounds, his spiritual platform shattered, his mind as innocent as a newborn's.
Only his eyes were clear and frightened. He clung desperately to her sleeve as though she were the only light left in the world.
From then on, a little tagalong she couldn't shake joined her lonely life.
She taught him to use a sword, to distinguish right from wrong, and to save the world.
He depended on her and trusted her, never leaving her side for a moment.
But as they spent day after day together, she began to suspect that the pitiful boy's identity concealed a secret connected to someone from her past.
Why did his every gesture and the look in his eyes increasingly resemble the person she had searched for so long, the one she had missed for five hundred years?
And why was this making her heart, lonely for five hundred years, beat again?
[Please note: This is not a power fantasy! Ensemble cast, with the two leads mutually devoted to each other]
