She was originally a lotus flower growing in Tianchi. During those long years, she was in a budding state. The only time the flower bloomed, it produced a baby.
He raised her with his own hands, but he never determined her identity. A master and a disciple? Are they father and daughter? Are they siblings? Or something else? If he didn't say it, the immortals and gods from all over the world would naturally not dare to ask.
But who extended a warm hand to her when she was helpless? Who sacrificed his life to save her when her life was in danger?
Only then did she understand that she had never regarded him as a master, brother, or benefactor, he was just the person who lived at the top of her heart.
When her seal was broken, all the love, hatred and resentment were blown away by the wind.
This article was conceived in 2013 and has only been updated due to various reasons. Please bear with me if I find the content to be outrageous. After all, it was a novel that was conceived a long time ago, and the plot is not very novel. It was the first book to practice writing. I revised it many times at the beginning, and finally settled on this version. Because I like reading novels very much, I want to try to write my own stories.