Synopsis
To avenge herself, Xiao Yunshang went through untold hardships to reach Lingxiao Peak, only to be told that she had no spiritual root and could not cultivate...
Flowers cast shadows on layered clothes; her clever words ring like an oriole's song. A smile hides a blade. Though she plays among mortals, peerless in her beauty, her tenderness is reserved for you.
Clouds and rosy hues shift and change; wind and thunder shake the skies. The world is impossible to fathom. Though she can turn the clouds and summon the rain, looking down on past and present, where can she find your trace?
Silk quilts and embroidered shoes, red candles and green wine: fate toys with them. Though the night watches pass, and every sound brings thoughts of you, all she can speak of is the past.
A journey of ten thousand miles through the clouds; the road to the ends of the earth is cut off. Her youth is gone. Though wind and frost carve into her, and she looks upon her reflection in an empty mirror with pity, she will have no regrets even in old age.
A guide for new readers:
1. This is a serious story with a carefully constructed plot.
2. The heroine is cold and ruthless, not a saintly, innocent do-gooder.
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