The night she was born, the Dragon Clan Mountains collapsed, and the Fox Clan's frozen blood coffin oozed blood.
Heaven and earth cannot tolerate her, and both tribes want her dead.
It was the master who was in charge of the balance of the three realms who broke the precepts to save her and hid her in Guixu for sixteen years.
Sixteen years later, when she walked out of Guixu and entered the world on the first day, someone recognized her identity.
Lu Qingyan, the last descendant of the Shilin Sect, had been waiting for her for three years.
He handed over a map of Dark Moon Abyss, a blood feud deal——
"I will save your mother for you, and you will kill the third prince of the Dragon Clan for me."
Yun Jisheng accepted the deal.
But she didn't know that Lu Qingyan was hiding half of her unfinished sentence, and she didn't know that there was a young man waiting for her under the moon on the roof of that palace.
The lonely green cloud in Fuyun Mountain is the sharpest knife around the third prince.
He should have stopped her, but he said to her: "If the lanterns outside the palace go out tomorrow night, it means the road has been paved."
Is it a trap, a helping hand, or another game of chess?
My mother's suicide note read, "You are not a disaster, you are not a wretch."
The master's tea has been cold for sixteen years.
And on the scale of the Three Realms, her name was slowly being put in weight.
Once you enter the game, it will be difficult to turn back.
