Xie Linyuan lived in seclusion in Kongshan for ten years, being cold and ascetic, giving all the tenderness he had to his disciple Ling Jinyue.
The young man was saved by him from a disaster, and he was filled with admiration. He regarded his master as his only support in his life, and stayed with him day and night.
Until an ancient jade buried deep in the ruins appears, and the dust-laden memories emerge.
All the warmth in the past was shattered, and the young man just realized that the god he had relied on for ten years was actually the enemy who overthrew his clan.
The parents' plot came first, and the blood debt of the massacre came later. The two grievances did not cancel each other out.
Ling Jinyue rebuilt her mother clan and ascended to the position of Demon Lord. She raised her troops just to imprison her former master in the Demon Palace.
The sea of blood cannot be wiped out, and the hatred cannot be quelled.
There is no reconciliation, no relief, only the entanglement of love and hate for the rest of my life.
Intention: It is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong in the human heart, and warmth cannot redeem deep hatred and old grudges. Love and hatred can coexist, and some wounds never have to be reconciled.