She laid down the ring and said she would marry the one who drew the sword. He passed by, touched it, and the sword opened.
She thought he was the unparalleled hero who came riding on colorful auspicious clouds.
Until ten thousand demon soldiers surrounded the mountain, he took out three coins from his pocket and counted them three times.
Zixia's heart became colder inch by inch.
She thought that he was just a poor scholar after all.
