The life of a sword is a little-known chapter of history.
Even after taking human form, the sword knows only slaughter and cannot feel emotions.
A sword has no heart. Buried by others amid a long history of conflict, she felt no pain. Feted by the masses a thousand years later, she felt no vanity. Even when someone tried to express their feelings for her, she understood nothing.
And yet the sword is still beautiful, even though she knows nothing of love, even though she is cold and unfeeling, even though she has never laughed or cried.
At the meeting of night and day, look north and listen for the sound of the Chengying Sword being drawn.
In plain words: A girl who came to life as a sword. She is neither a sword spirit nor a celestial maiden. She is the sword itself. During the wars of a thousand years ago, her name was feared far and wide, but in the end she vanished without a trace. When she appears again a thousand years later, she should have gone on a killing spree, but instead she stands quietly in the courtyard of Prince Ning, Yan Zhao, listening as snow slowly falls.
Theme: I want to write a really cool female lead
