Seven years ago, the Qingwu Manor was wiped out in a single night. Of its 340 inhabitants, everyone who survived has a different story to tell.
What Su Huaishuang remembers is her master lying in the snow, pointing toward the Long Night Tower. He never managed to utter his final word.
What Pei Wuhuan remembers is being seventeen that year, left by her father in the woods outside the manor. She waited until dawn, only for him to return as a corpse.
Seven years later, one of them has become the youngest acting leader of the Qingheng Sword Sect, her sword sending frost cascading down
Theme: What she is investigating is not, but whether what she has believed for twenty years is truly worth believing
