On the day her kingdom fell, the immortal sect ripped out her bones to make pills, then tossed her onto a mountain of corpses.
She clawed her way back from the depths of hell, with only one name left: Yan Shisan.
Undercover in her enemy sect, she went by Lin Zhao, meek as a lamb.
Then, at the Immortal Alliance banquet, she overturned the blood-soaked table and peeled off her own face with a smile.
“Master, shall I refine your sword bones too?”
They treated mortals like weeds, so she would burn the immortal realm to the ground and call down a thunderclap for the hundred thousand souls buried in her homeland.
