"If you can't even control your own life, how can you protect the common people?"
Mo Yuan carved these words for ten years in the miasma at the bottom of the soul-breaking abyss.
Ten years ago, he was a genius held in the palm of Lingxiao Pavilion. The wine that his senior brother handed him with a smile contained poison. The Yuanzhen Pearl that his master gave him before his death turned into a knife piercing his heart in the blink of an eye. When he kicked him into the abyss with the last kick, his senior brother said: "Your kindness is the most useless thing."
Ten years later, he was holding a sword made of cold iron from the abyss, with only cold calculation in his eyes. On the day when a thunderstorm shattered his spiritual power, it was supposed to be his breakthrough, but he heard the clear sound of a flute coming from above his head.
"Hey, you're about to be struck into ashes by lightning, do you want some help?"
The lavender figure stepped on the clouds, and the transparent light flute spun in a circle, easily breaking the thunder formation that had trapped him for half a month. That was Fuyin, a free-spirited immortal with a wind in her name. She followed the rumors of the appearance of the artifact, but when he was calculating everything, she would suddenly intervene and disrupt the rhythm.
He wanted to bring this uncontrollable loose immortal under his control, but when she handed over the roasted sweet potatoes with a smile, he neglected to calculate his accelerated heartbeat; she was a passer-by who had seen enough of the rules of the three realms, but when he took the demon's palm to protect her, she held the light flute in front of her for the first time: "You dare to touch my people?"
In the dark night when the artifact was being fought over, he hid the edge of his sword and accompanied her to count the stars in the clouds; in the life-and-death situation when the demons overturned their spiritual veins, the sound of her flute enveloped his sword energy, forcibly cutting a way out.
"From today on, my sword will sound for you; your flute will sound only for me."
