The four cities are divided into rivers and lakes, with snow rising from the city in the north, wispy cloud shadows falling in the south, amber light buried in the west, and dragon aura condensing in the east.
Shao Xiu's sword was originally only suitable for cutting down the frost and snow on the road, until the broken pages of the "Tianhe Sword Art" soaked in blood crashed into her arms - no one had ever seen the complete sword manual, but everyone believed that if you master it, you can break the imperial power and rule the world.
There is a girl in the corridor clutching a crookedly embroidered handkerchief, waiting for a rain that never returns; there is a figure in the market grabbing the best wound medicine, blushing and saying "I borrowed it"; in times of crisis, there is always a sword shadow standing in front of her, the sword spike piercing the endless night.
Shao Rui's world is entangled into an endless rope by these small thoughts.
A down-and-out little girl gradually became a martial arts supreme.
She was devastated and almost died.
She lost everything.
There is no reason for her to live in this world.
Along the way, she seemed to have been following someone else.
Until one day, she started to want to live for herself.
