Sijin, who was fifteen years old at that time, was the most favored second young lady of the Feng clan.
She was born in Fengqi Mountain where flowers bloomed, and she grew up surrounded by all kinds of pampering. Her father and brother loved her, her eldest sister was gentle, and her clan members were harmonious. At that time, her world only had the warm sun in the clouds and the flowing light of phoenix feathers. She didn't know the suffering of killing and the dangers of the world. She was a little phoenix held in the palm of the hand by the entire Phoenix clan and grew up carefree.
But a catastrophic disaster caught off guard and shattered all stability.
The fire sect's flames burned the mountain, the demon sect's sharp claws broke through the boundary, and Fengqi Mountain's sea of fire surged into the sky overnight. She watched her parents protect her to death in battle, and the eldest sister used her body to block the fatal blow. The once lively Feng clan suddenly flowed with blood and was destroyed.
At the age of fifteen, Sijin lost everything.
She followed the gap between heaven and earth and fled into the human world in embarrassment. Her body was covered with injuries, her power collapsed, and she was left with only hatred and loneliness in her heart. When she met the cold and dignified young monk by chance, she took away her Phoenix identity and only lied that she was a seriously injured and destitute monk.
The young man was kind-hearted, healed her wounds, and fought alongside her in the human world, shielding her from the wind and rain. As they spent time together day and night, the young man's heart moved, and he gently invited her with his eyes to follow him back to the sect and give her a stable life for the rest of her life.
Desperate and dependent, Sijin agreed.
The sky was filled with red silk, and wedding candles were burning brightly. It was the first time she felt warm hope after her clan was exterminated.
But on the day of the wedding, the Fire Sect and the Demon Sect came looking for traces and wanted to drive out the remaining Phoenix bloodline.
Looking at the young man guarding him and the people of the sect who were about to be slaughtered, Sijin smiled.
The little phoenix held in the palm of my hand that year finally chose to burn its own phoenix blood and sacrifice its soul.
With her own strength, she blocked the disaster and protected the only light she held in the darkness.
From now on, there will be no more beautiful second lady of the Feng clan in the world, leaving only one grand finale where she lives to fulfill her appointment.
Intention: happiness and contentment