On the night of the genocide, Chang Ning lost everything.
Two hundred and sixty-five clan members perished in the flames. Her mother's last words were "Don't look back." The white-clothed swordsman named Linyuan became the name of her enemy carved into her bones.
When she came out of the ruins, all that was left on her body was a pair of tattered clothes and blood stains on her hands that couldn't be washed away. As the last alchemy master of the Qingluan tribe, she bears a blood feud.
Wan Mingyu is different. The young master of Wanxiang Pavilion is eighteen years old. He ran away from home as soon as he came of age and determined to be a free beast master. The ideal was very full, but the reality was very skinny. He chased a Moqi beast that specialized in nightmares for three days and three nights. He chased it deep into the Lingshan Mountain and got completely lost.
Then he met Chang Ning.
She walked with a breeze, her eyes were firm, and she said "I know the way" with every step. Wan Mingyu felt like he had found a treasure and thought: It is right to follow the locals.
What he didn't know was that the "local" walked around for a day, making a perfect circle.
What he didn't even know was that this girl, who looked so embarrassed, was the only survivor of the Lingshan tragedy, and she was carrying a secret that the entire world of immortality was looking for.
Two lost people, one looking for the murderer and the other looking for the monster, got together inexplicably.
Chang Ning was on guard against Wan Mingyu, and Wan Mingyu was waiting for Chang Ning to return his money. In front of you is the world of immortality controlled by sword cultivators, and behind you are the ashes that have not yet dispersed. And between them, there was a little beast that had eaten Chang Ning's nightmare and fell asleep.
She really didn't have such a thing as a sense of direction. But she remembered her enemy's face clearly.
