On the night when the Qingyang Sect was destroyed, my senior brother stabbed my master from behind.
I fled into the forbidden area, dripping blood on a rusty mirror.
Three words appeared in the mirror: Can be rewritten.
——I rewrote the moment when my senior brother rebelled.
So the moment he betrayed the sect, he was caught by the patrolling disciples.
——I rewrote the fatal sword.
So when the master fell, the tip of the sword was three inches away from his heart.
——I rewrote the memory of Prince Murong Jie.
So he personally slaughtered all the "evidence" of the Qingyang Sect pointing to himself.
Saying in the Mirror: The bigger the rewrite, the more severe the backlash.
But I didn't tell them—
The "heretic" Mu Qingxue was tracking down was the person I predicted she would fall in love with three years ago.
The Nether Sect, to which Xiao Qianying swore allegiance, was my homeland that I had to rewrite my destiny twelve times to preserve.
The prince Murong Jie didn't know it until his death. He thought it was because of his own ambition that he planned to kill his father to seize the throne.
In fact, I wrote that idea into his dream.
I write the pen, and it will live and die for eternity.
But the last page in the mirror said——
The first senior brother whose fate I changed is still alive today.
