Ling Yu:
Ten years of miserable confinement did not create a trace of hatred in her consciousness. Relying on the Purple Li Sword, she was still free and easy to reach the end of the world. Perhaps, her life was destined to be so twists and turns.
Yingyi:
When the wind rises and the sand falls, she dances her life with the wind. No matter where it is, she walks with the wind.
Pray:
Between life and death on the battlefield, she summoned the Rain Drunk Sword, but her eyes remained as pure as ever. She was like a pure white cloud, forever existing in a worry-free world.