When he was seven years old, the monks and demons joined forces to massacre Jiang Chen's village.
At the age of twelve, with a smile he had practiced countless times, he joined the enemy's sect - Xuanqing Sect.
On this fairy mountain, he is the most obedient and sensible little junior brother in everyone's eyes. The second senior brother made his bed and folded the quilt. The senior senior brother looked at him coldly, but the cold and frosty master looked at him with something hidden in his eyes that even he didn't know.
Jiang Chen didn't care. He wanted to climb up on the Xuanqing Sect and use the resources given by these people to grind their sect into powder.
His plan was perfect.
The only flaw was that the look the master gave him was not a look, not a test.
She was willing to be used by him.
This is a story about disguise and abyss.
It is also a story about love sinking into dust and never being seen.
Intention: How far can revenge carry a person? When there is a person at the end of hatred who is willing to be stepped on by you, can you still move forward? If a person who has never been loved finally encounters love - will he recognize it?
