He is the last lineage of spiritual mediums. He lives alone in the flames of genocide. He has a blood feud and a three-hundred-year fate. He has lived in wariness, loneliness and pursuit since childhood.
With a lone sword and a cold body, he used the sharp blade as his skin and forbearance as his armor. He stepped into the Qingming Division and moved forward step by step amidst the treacherous chaos and undercurrent of the court. The world respected him for his strength and feared his loneliness, but no one saw the pain that could not be hidden in his eyes and the desolation with no one to rely on.
Until he met a group of people in Qingming Division who treated him sincerely:
The old man Chen Shouzhuo who silently protects him like a relative,
Jiang Xiaoman, a clumsy and clingy young man who cares about his warmth and well-being,
Zhao Qingxuan, a Taoist priest who stood beside him calmly and regarded him as a brother,
Lin Wan, a gentle and considerate medical girl who only wishes him good health,
The whole hospital entrusted it to Su Wan, the head of his family.
In a decisive battle of conspiracy that spanned three hundred years, he single-handedly ended his destiny, brought peace to the world, and paid for his debt with blood.
And they protected him and gave him a destination where he could relieve all his burdens.
From then on, the sharp blade was sheathed, and the lonely shadow became a pair.
He was no longer an Avenger, no longer a tool, no longer alone.
Fireworks in the world, ordinary years, there are people waiting, there are people to accompany, there is home to return to, there are lights on.
The fate of the spiritual medium has ended, and the years of youth have just begun. The lights of the world will remain bright for him.
Intention: Real strength is to dare to embrace the warmth of the world.