There is an unwritten rule in Qianyan Canyon - don't ask about the past.
No one comes here normally. Exiles, refugees, hiding people - people forgotten by the seven tribes all gathered in this crack, using "silence" to protect each other.
Biting has lived here for seven years. He is recognized as a loser in the settlement: a mixed-race recordkeeper with thin blood. He submitted the manuscript for seven years but was rejected for seven years. Even the nutrition certificate is not stable. The only thing that is not useless is probably having breakfast in front of Su Yao's stall every day.
No one knows his name is "Ice Thorn". No one knew that there were forty-three thorns pressing under his skin. No one knows that he was once the only dual-elite warrior of the United Guardians of the Seven Clans - he was exiled for disobeying orders to save others, and he left without looking back.
He thought that if the thorns were buried under the skin, they would not exist. He thought that the ice crystal seal could lock one person into another person.
Until——a novel he wrote alarmed three people at the same time:
The bookseller who wanted to praise him, the old enemy who recognized the tactics, and the old commander who waited for seven years and finally confirmed that he was right.
Then the settlement was surrounded.
Su Yao's grinding sound stopped. San Huo picked up the stone grinder. Xiao Xi's colorful spots changed from bright yellow to deep red.
As for the piercing right hand, from the shoulder blade to the wrist - the forty-three lines lit up at the same time.
Intention: The part of yourself that you hide is not your enemy - it is the person who has been waiting for you the longest.