Song Zhixue, possessing ice spiritual roots, has a pure and quiet temperament, does not like disputes, and only wants to practice with peace of mind.
She often practices swordplay in the courtyard late at night. The sword shines lightly, bringing with it the cold snow and mist. When the sword passes by, falling flowers fill the courtyard.
Like a branch of quiet snow in the dark, cold and self-possessed, gentle and bone-like, on the long road to immortality, step by step, you are walking your own path.
Concept: A heroine's path to upgrade