Qingshu was once the sharpest sword in Xie Lin's hand. It cut away evil spirits and crushed the sky, but left an inch of tenderness for him in the softest part of his heart. When Xie Lin personally broke her sword bones in the name of heaven and expelled her from the fairy gate, her blood stained the sky and she never looked back. Thousands of years later, she returned in the form of a demon king. All she pointed at with her sword were the old shadows of her old friends. And Xie Lin, guarding the remains of the broken sword alone, burning incense every night, did not dare to call her name - you are the sword that I cut off with my own hands, how dare you recognize me as the heart-pointing moon?
