On a snowy night in Kunlun, when the evil-suppressing Holy Sword General killed the Demon Lord's orphan, Sword Lord Mo Qingwu extended his hand to protect him, gave him the name Wen Yan, and vowed to wash away the original sin of his bloodline with the right path - no one knows whether this protection is the beginning of redemption or the foreshadowing of disaster.
After ten years of companionship, Wen Yan's admiration for Mo Qingshuang has quietly become an obsession that he dares not express. But the words "Master and disciple are different" cut off all her thoughts like a cold blade. Mo Qingwu didn't realize that the love he had extinguished was burning into a prairie fire in Wen Yan's heart.
When Wen Yan and his demonic flames smashed the Kunlun Mountain gate, Mo Qingwu was shocked to realize that the lake in his heart had already surged, but his apprentice's sword was already stained with the blood of the righteous path. On the night of the decisive battle, her sword penetrated Wen Yan's chest, but the other party smiled and stuffed the jade word "Jin" into her hands: "Master, do you hate my demonic nature, or are you afraid of admitting that you are tempted?"
After Wen Yan's soul dispersed, Mo Qingwu abandoned his position as Sword Master and searched the three realms for thirteen years. By the stone bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, she met a girl holding a wooden sign with the word "Frost" in her hand. Her eyes were exactly the same as Wen Yan's. She asked with a smile: "Sister, did the person you were looking for die under your sword?"
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