Yun Jin was once the cleanest sword in her sect. The scabbard contained blood but was not stained with blood. Until that night, she cut off the ancestral sword of her sect with her own hands. Blood splashed on the bluestone steps, and only one name was uttered in her crazy words - Jiang Lian. Five years later, there were rumors in the world that Jiang Lian, the master of Tianji Pavilion, was poisoned by a strange poison. The only medicine he could use was Yun Jin's brainchild. She came to the door with her sword in hand, smiling like frost and snow: "You lied to me to kill all my sect members, and now you want me to sacrifice my life to atone for your sins?" Jiang Lian's fingertips touched the old scar on the side of her neck, and said softly: "Back then, you pointed the sword down, because you were afraid of hurting me." But everyone knew that the blood that night had long since burned the grudges to ashes.
