Xie Li died, then came back to life.
But she woke up in Fengdu, inside the body of an unbound butterfly.
The good news: she still had her older brother. As long as she found him, everything would work out.
The bad news: her older brother... had fallen into demonic cultivation.
The man wore black and carried a silver coffin on his back. Demonic markings marred his brow, and his eyes were bloodred. He had become a mighty lord of the demonic path.
Countless leaders of the righteous sects had surrounded him, shouting for his death.
Xie Li's vision went dark. Before she could figure out what was happening, her brother struck with his sword, showing no regard for friend or foe.
The world roared. Before she could say a word, she fainted on the spot.
When she woke again, she saw her dear brother embracing her corpse... and kissing it passionately. She was buried under a heap of bodies, covered in blood and grime.
Xie Li: ?
Xie Li: !!!
Xie Li's mind reeled, and her ears rang.
She must have woken up in the wrong position.
She closed her eyes and lay back down. But just then, a cold, damp vine suddenly coiled around her ankle and dragged her out.
Their eyes met. The man's voice was calm, yet icy and cutting: "You carry her scent. Who... are you?"
Xie Li's mouth went dry. Her heart thundered, her scalp prickled, and her whole body trembled. "B-b-brother... I'm my master's pheasant bird."
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Little Pear had a pheasant. He gave it to her.
It was stupid and clumsy.
But that pheasant could not gain sentience, much less look at him with such a tangled, complicated gaze.
Only one person looked at him that way.
Trusted him that way.
His gaze burned, and warmth flared in his chest.
His little sister had come back.
Theme: May I be like the stars, and you like the moon, shining together night after night.
