[Cultivation + two powerful leads + one-on-one romance] Mostly an ensemble cast
Ning You had been dead for three thousand years when she suddenly opened her sharp phoenix eyes.
Afterward, she joined a shabby little sect.
The eldest senior brother was strikingly beautiful and the most powerful of them all, yet also the most sentimental.
The second senior sister was gentle and charming, skilled with musical instruments and blessed with a clever heart.
The third senior brother was warm and courteous, skilled in formations and a master planner.
The fourth senior brother was cold and steady, wielding his sword with fearsome force.
The fifth senior sister was lively and carefree, lazy and fond of good food, yet kindhearted as a doctor.
The youngest senior brother spent all day with the fifth senior sister, determined to be one half of a pair of clowns.
Each of them had a past of their own and secrets no one else knew.
Even the master they had casually taken in had an extraordinary past. He had once been “the greatest sword cultivator under heaven.”
But when Ning You looked back, all she could see was emptiness. Her past had only just begun to be written the moment she opened her eyes.
And somewhere beyond her sight, a pair of violet, peach-blossom eyes followed her closely.
Ning Zijing was the only anchor in Ning You's blank past.
Ning Zijing smiled at Ning You, his eyes curving as he spoke his first words to her:
“My name is Zijing.”
