Everyone in the world knew that Jing Fuguang of Qingxi Town was just a little doctor who sold medicinal herbs.
Everyone also knew that Mo San, who mooched meals, was a penniless, useless wanderer.
Until one day, a bounty notice covered the city walls: poison master Zhefang was wanted dead by all.
Jing Fuguang flipped over her herb stall and leisurely wiped her hands. “Well, what a coincidence. That’s me.”
Mo San watched the whole thing while gnawing on a chicken leg. He wiped his mouth and stood up.
“Then let me share a secret too…”
With a single sword strike that shook the world, Qingxuan Jun, the leader of the righteous sects, returned to his place.
Later, when both their secret identities were exposed, the whole martial world went mad.
Jing Fuguang sneered. “So you really were putting on an act.”
Mo Yunqu smiled. “Likewise.”
She thought she was pretending, he thought he was pretending, and in the end, they both had more secret identities than the other had ever imagined.
A pair of formidable leads playing at deception, with lighthearted political intrigue. Who says women are inferior to men? At Fuguang Pavilion, sisters stand shoulder to shoulder.
“I’m no one’s appendage. I am my own light.”
