He was once the humblest mute slave in Yu Zhao's house. He hid his blood with a broken blade for ten years, just waiting for her to pull out the soul-controlling iron plate from his neck. That night when the cold blade was unsheathed, the blue shirt was stained with blood. He was no longer a slave, she was his enemy, and the old wound in his heart that had not yet healed. There are rumors in the world that Xie Lin defeated the seven sects with one sword, just to find one woman - Yu Zhao, the woman who used warm tea to warm him in the cold winter, but tied him in chains for the rest of his life. Now he stands on the top of the snow holding his sword and only asks: Do you still dare to recognize me?
