When Xie Xuan was seven years old, the village disappeared. He waited in the ruins all night for a woman wearing a moon-white robe. The woman said, "Follow me." He followed her, leaving the name "Ping An" in the collapsed watchtower.
When Lu Mingshuo was seven years old, his mother died. He was imprisoned underground and counted his heartbeats until someone opened the door and said, "Let's go." He didn't know that man was his mother's best friend, or that he actually had a father.
Later they lived on a mountain. The mountain is not big, only a small courtyard, a jujube tree, and a master who doesn't like to talk. The days are light and waterless, but I can eat well, sleep warmly, have someone to practice my sword with, and someone to wait for dinner.
Later they went down the mountain. I met a girl with a knife and a boy with a short blade. Arenas, secret realms, plots, betrayals, forced breakthroughs, complete destruction of cultivation... Everyone has a ball of fire in their hearts, some are burning with hatred, some are burning with unwillingness, and some are burning with wanting to protect someone.
But the mountain is still there. The jujube trees are still there. Master is still here.
They will come back.
