A Yin held his three-year-old daughter in his arms as he gradually lost consciousness in the blizzard, with temperatures below minus ten degrees. He thought he would die, his daughter would die, and everything would end there.
But when he woke, there was no ceiling above him. Instead, he saw an ancient forest glowing overhead.
No golden finger, no System, no cultivation manual falling from the sky. Just a twenty-four-year-old courier and his three-year-old daughter, standing empty-handed in an unfamiliar xianxia world where the strong prey on the weak.
