My name is Lingxiu.
The young master of the Hanyue Sect, he formed the elixir at the age of sixteen, and now he has perfected the elixir. He is a "genius not seen in a hundred years" in the words of his master. But there is nothing special about the life of a genius - seclusion, training, leading a team to participate in the Centennial Competition, every step is clear, like a well-written book, you know what the next line is no matter which page you turn.
Until I met someone at the Lantern Festival in Qinglan Town.
He grabbed my wrist, his eyes were red, and asked me: "Are you alive?"
That night, something began to grow inside my body that didn't belong to me. It took root in the seams of my bones and sprouted in my spiritual veins. Like a hot seed mistakenly planted in the ice sheet, it was stretching me from the inside out.
Later I found out that it was a seal. And I have lived for more than ten years because of this seal itself.
Now the seal is broken.
The ancient relics awakened in the dark, and the crazy old man said before he died, "It has remembered you." And that disciple of the Qinglan Sect named Lin Xiji - he looked at me as if he had known me hundreds of lifetimes apart.
He said his name was Lin Xiji.
But I think he lied to me.
Intention: It makes you happy when you first meet, but you still feel stunned after a long time.
