My name is Ajin, which means burned out ashes. The name is very apt. Because the only meaning of my existence is to burn myself for my glorious immortal sister and be her perfect substitute and medicine guide. I learned her fingering techniques for playing the piano, imitated her walking posture, and even every frown and smile were exactly the same. I tried all the strange poisons in the world for her, endured the backlash of spells for her, and lay down in front of the man I admired for her again and again, letting him see the shadow of my sister through me. His name is Linyuan, and he is the future sword master of Zhengdao. He would touch my head gently, feed me the sweetest candy, and then whisper in my ear: "Qingyue..." Qingyue is my sister's name. I answered him with a smile, covering my heart that was in severe pain day and night due to the strange poison. It doesn't matter, stolen time must always be paid back. Later, something went wrong in my sister's practice, and she needed a naturally pure and exquisite heart with seven orifices to make medicine. I was tied to the altar, and Linyuan held the sword in his own hand. His eyes were red, and he said "I'm sorry" to me, but the sword stabbed quickly and steadily. I looked at him, and for the first time I didn't imitate my sister's expression. I just asked, "Linyuan, have you ever... Even for a moment, seen me?" He was silent. I smiled and faced the sword that ended all my pain. I thought this was the end. But I'm not dead. A ray of remnant soul was picked up by a passing crazy casual cultivator, and a new body was pieced together with rags. I became a nameless ferryman by the Wangchuan River, so ugly that even humans and ghosts found myself disgusted. Later, I heard that Immortal Lord Qingyue never recovered.
