When she fell to earth, she was left with only a mortal body.
People say he is cold-hearted.
Under the ginkgo tree, she took his sword into her arms and walked towards the crack with bare feet.
The thing asked her: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
She said she was afraid, very afraid. She had just had a bowl of terrible porridge, had just seen a ginkgo tree that had fallen down but was still alive, and had just met a person who couldn't laugh.
"But what I'm more afraid of than fear of death is that I've lived for three thousand years and never stood up for anything."
That day, the rain stopped in Cangwu Mountain.
God did not win. The sword cultivator did not win.
It's love that wins.
Intention: Devouring all things, except 'love'