Mo Weiliang was once the Celestial Realm’s immortal zither player. To save Ying Huaixu, trapped in a frigid pool, she severed her divine strings and suffered a backlash that left her mute.
But when Ying Huaixu returned after recovering from his injuries, he mistook the pipa-playing courtesan who had saved him for his benefactor. “Don’t let that filthy, mute thing sully my sight.”
On the day of the final battle between immortals and demons, Mo Weiliang offered her soul as a sacrifice, forging the snow and wind filling the sky into a killing formation. Yet he pierced the courtesan’s throat with an icicle. “In my life, I have drunk the blood of only one person: the one at the frigid pool.”
