Ye Jin controls the flames of Yin Law, and burns all the souls of the three realms who have violated the law with cold eyes. He never speaks good words or asks for love. The white crow had been living in her sleeve for seven hundred years, silent as a shadow, but on the night she tore up the Book of the Underworld, it begged her to stop for the first time. She doesn't believe in reincarnation, she doesn't recognize destiny, she only believes in the flames that burn away sins in her hands - but why does the white crow's blood always stick to her fingertips, like old unburned letters? When the nine-layer sky cracked and the gods knelt down to beg her to reset the Yin Law, she chuckled at Burning Sword: "The Yin Law has died a long time ago. He died on the night when you were waiting to kneel down and worship." The white crow stared at her back, and finally turned its wings into chains, entangled in the life path that she wanted to cut off.
