Yuehua's most beautiful woman and swordsman genius has a fatal flaw: she can't refine spirits.
The night before the competition, she accidentally touched an ancient sword and felt spiritual power for the first time in seventeen years.
The old case was reopened, the monster reappeared, and the scene the blind alchemist saw in his dream vaguely echoed the scar on Xie Lan's forehead. What she didn't know was that the person who stayed by her side day and night was the source of all the whirlpools.
"The spiritual power is exhausted, but we are not exhausted yet."
Intention: The spiritual power is exhausted, but we are not exhausted yet