She set up a challenge, declaring she would marry whoever pulled the sword free. He happened to pass by and touch it. The sword came loose.
She thought he was the peerless hero who would arrive riding multicolored clouds.
Until ten thousand demon soldiers surrounded the mountain and he pulled three coins from his pocket, counting them three times.
Zixia’s heart grew colder by the moment.
She thought, in the end, he was just a poor scholar.
