She was the daughter of the God of War from Tianque Sect, a reclusive ancient martial arts clan. Once, she had pacified the southern frontier and repelled foreign enemies single-handedly, but at the peak of her power, she quietly withdrew from the world and enrolled under an assumed name, hoping only to escape the turmoil.
He was the young master of Xuanyuan Pavilion, the man who controlled its military and political networks. As cold and imposing as a mountain, with unmatched strategic brilliance, he was the “Night Owl” feared throughout the underworld.
Three years ago, they had been childhood sweethearts, and everyone knew they were engaged. Their love was as sweet as honey.
Then a conspiracy struck. She was framed for “colluding with the enemy,” and he believed the false evidence. Coldly, he drove her out: “Shen Zhao, you’re not worthy of Xuanyuan.”
Her heart died. She signed the divorce papers and left for overseas, vanishing without a trace for three years.
Three years later, the international martial arts tournament resumed.
She returned with a child, clad in black armor, her name as a God of War striking fear into the hearts of all.
When he saw her again, she no longer spared him a glance.
He knelt in the snow and cried out until his voice broke. “Zhaozhao, the child... is it mine?”
She sneered. “What does that have to do with you?”
Meanwhile, her close friend Su Li had once been driven mad by love, but was crushed by the news that her “dead” lover, Huo Jin, the male lead’s sworn younger brother, had married an enemy nation’s female spy.
When they met again, she said coldly, “Who are you, sir?”
When the truth came to light, they learned that the Dark Abyss organization had orchestrated everything to destroy the foundations of Huaxia’s martial arts.
Both men were consumed by regret, setting off on separate quests to win their wives back.
He gave up his right to inherit, all for the chance that she might look back at him.
