[Group portrait + knife in the later stage + no cp]
After traveling to the world of cultivating immortals, Lin Jiajia was picked up by a broken sect.
Although the school is poor, it is as lively as a family: the unreliable senior brother, the chattering senior sister, and the greedy and money-grubbing head master.
The only trouble is that the pattern on her wrist is slowly fading. It seems to be her last connection with the original world. The lighter the pattern, the wider the range she can set foot in in the world of immortality, but the way back seems to be cut off.
She thought the days would go on like this until the night when the demonic tide broke through the mountain gate.
After dawn, all that was left of the Qingshan Sect were ruins and a family that would never be together again.
From then on, there was no longer that chirping little sect in the world, only a silent senior sister.
Many years later, she stopped on a snowy night and bent down to pick up a frozen baby.
"Don't be afraid," she said softly, "I will take you home."
[In the early stage, daily healing will occur. In the later stage, everyone will be separated. If you have a knife, please enter with caution]
