Can't forget, the blood splattered on Qinghan six years ago, the hatred of destroying the family; can't forget, the Qisha thieves broke into the plum garden at night and humiliated the girl; can't forget, the ghost prison knife was placed on the mother's neck, the evil eyes of the thief's head flashed with greedy red light... Six years ago, the Qisha Sect swallowed up the Qinghan Sect. The once-prominent Qinghan Sect has now disappeared and seems to be just a legend. In an era when there are many sects and masters, it is not surprising that it has been forgotten...
Qinghan Mountain.
"When will you repay the hatred for killing your family and killing your mother..." The girl in front of the cold plum blossoms is dressed in white and has a slender figure. She touches the cold plum blossoms blooming in the snow with a bare hand. A sentimental and bitter smile appeared on her plum blossom-like clear and stoic face, and the fire in her heart gradually burned in her bright beautiful eyes that reflected a tree of cold plums, and resentment arose spontaneously...