A seemingly cool and gentle top, inwardly possessive and controlling × a seemingly cold and ruthless bottom, inwardly sensitive and afraid of pain
Everyone in Sulan Sect knows that Venerable Xuanheng killed his master and seized his position, and that the old sect leader died by his sword. Only the old sect leader's only son refuses to believe it.
Lin Jihan has hated his master for nine hundred years, hating him so much that he personally brought him a cup of poisoned wine.
The cup shattered. His master's blood touched the back of his hand, and shattered memories came rushing back.
Amid a sea of blood, his father's hand was not gripping his master's sword. It was gripping his own.
That night, in the sect leader's hall...
Had he forgotten something?
Venerable Xuanheng, who has always doted on his disciple, calculated everything correctly, except for one thing: what it would feel like to be hated for nine hundred years by the person he loved most.
Theme: What you see may not be the truth. You must grow stronger step by step and investigate who the real culprit is
