In the martial world, there are righteous and evil factions, but the human heart is impossible to judge.
The year Yun Shu went blind, her master told her, “From now on, the martial world has nothing to do with you.”
She believed him. She concealed her identity, lived in seclusion deep in the mountains, and looked after her younger sister, thinking that avoiding conflict was the best way to end her days in peace. Until one night, she found a swordsman covered in blood by a stream and took him in.
His origins were unknown, his hands stained with countless lives, and his eyes were full of suspicion whenever he looked at her. She was wary of him, too. But with chaos on the horizon and war spreading across the land, a blind woman with a younger sister had no way to leave the mountains.
“Let’s get married,” Fu Yu suddenly said. “We can each get what we need.”
She laughed. “You’d marry me without even knowing my name?”
He replied calmly, “My surname is Fu. My given name is Yu, and my courtesy name is Chongguang.”
And so, two people who had only just exchanged their true names were married.
The fateful battle between the righteous path and the demoness at Ku Sheng Dao remained unresolved twenty years later;
Twenty years on, hypocrisy and betrayal emerged together, plunging the martial world into turmoil once more.
Fu Yu took the status of a live-in son-in-law, while Yun Shu arranged his household registration papers.
In return, Fu Yu promised to take her and her sister out of the mountains.
Those were the terms of their contract marriage.
In the martial world, she sought revenge for her blood kin. He sought to free himself from his obsession.
She wielded her whip to set the world to rights; he wielded his sword to shatter illusions.
One sword shook the world, and ten thousand enemies retreated.
One lash ferried the mortal world; the next ferried souls.
Though they walked different paths, righteous and evil, they would protect the warmth of this human world together.
