He gave him the name Yan Qing, wishing him to be young but tough.
Teach him to point his sword at the sky and keep his heart clear of dust.
The young man's gaze looking up was the only warm color that shone into his pale world.
He thought this was redemption, a second chance given by fate.
Later——
The lights of Shangyuan were as bright as day, reflecting the returning cold stars in the young man's eyes.
The long sword that had been taught by him was firmly pressed against his throat.
The former well-behaved disciple chuckled, but his voice was as cold as Jiuyou Hanbing:
"Thanks to you for playing the role of master-disciple for hundreds of years."
"Now, is it time to return my master... To me?"
#Qinglengxianzun's character collapse record#
Purpose: Deconstruct classics and return to the original intention