In the world of martial arts, there are rivers and lakes full of joyful grievances, ups and downs of grievances, and warriors who grow up through training. Her name is Ling Shuang, and she lives up to her name. Her plain white clothes are often stained by frost and dust, and a broken sword without a scabbard hangs on her waist. When they first met, she was single-handedly attacking the Black Wind Village's lair. The blood drops on the broken sword dripped on the bluestone, reflecting the cold light in her eyes, making Eleven who was hiding in the dark feel trembling.
