I am an ancient sword spirit born in chaos. I always look like a lively girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. I am immortal and evergreen every year.
Once I woke up from my deep sleep, I became the sword in the hands of Qin Shihuang.
When we first met him, he was tolerant, suspicious and cruel.
Several assassinations, deadlocks in court, and fatal crises were all quietly resolved by me, and I saved him from hell time and time again.
But when he realized that my spiritual consciousness was hidden in the sword, he was not grateful. Instead, he was full of caution and alienation, testing me everywhere and being wary of me in every possible way.
I am ignorant of purity, and do not understand the coldness of people's hearts. I only recognize my master, silently protect him year after year, and never leave him.
The cold and summer came and went, and countless escapes from death made the cold emperor completely let go of all his defenses.
He swept across Liuhe, conquered the Eight Wastelands, ascended to the Nine Fives, and dominated thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, becoming the first emperor who was decisive in killing and shocking the world.
Everyone in the world is afraid of his cruelty and cruelty, but he is the only one who favors me, the sword spirit, as the only preference and exception in the world.
But I am immortal and he is mortal.
Seeing my always fresh and bright appearance, the emperor of the ages developed extreme paranoia and greed.
Everyone thought that he was searching for the elixir of immortality all over the world because he was greedy for power and unwilling to give up his country.
No one knows that he is not afraid of death or the overthrow of his dynasty. He only seeks immortality, just to keep his little sword spirit that will accompany me year after year.
