Lin Xi has been in the Lingxiao Sect for 110 years. She has a cold temperament and does not fight or grab.
I remember the fire, my father and brother who died in the fire, and the young man who blocked a sword for her on the cliff and gradually grew cold in her arms. The boy's name was Xu Zijin, the man she wanted to marry when she was sixteen. After his death, Lin Xi did not cultivate immortality for the sake of immortality or greatness. She lived like a lonely tomb, guarding the memories that no one could sweep away, day after day, year after year.
Until she met a man with the exact same face as Xu Zijin at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
His name is Gu Zhiyuan, his cultivation is unfathomable, his methods are ruthless and decisive, and he is the well-kept "Midnight Shura" in the world of cultivation. Everyone warned Lin Xi to stay away from him, but he was so similar to Xu Zijin that Lin Xi would be frightened every time she saw him;
"Do you still feel like it now?" He pinched her chin and asked condescendingly.
Lin Xi did not answer.
