Xie Qingyan, the sword sect, broke through the demonic flames with his sword three hundred years ago and retrieved a silver sword from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain.
The sword was so violent that only he could suppress it, and from then on he defended it day and night.
No one knew that when he fell asleep late at night, the red agate on the sword would be hot, as if a soul was calling his name silently.
Until the ancient secret realm, he was severely injured by a ferocious beast. When he was about to die, the silver light exploded. The young man in black held the sword energy and drove away the beasts. His eyebrows were cold and he called him "Qingyan".
That call shattered his five hundred years of dusty memory.
But later, the demon king was resurrected, and the demon mark entered the sword. The young man in black had empty eyes, and the sword pointed directly at his heart.
"This sword belongs to me."
Xie Qingyan looked at the red agate on the sword tassel and suddenly burst into tears——
It turns out that he didn't pick up a sword, but lost a person.
The years of being entangled in the scabbard are just a reunion five hundred years late.
Purpose: Love life