"The Nangong family's... Sacrifice...?" Mo Sha looked at the figure on the altar infatuatedly. The young man on the stage danced with the fluctuation of spiritual power, his clothes flying, and suddenly looking back, a pair of lifeless eyes came into view.
This look from when she was young has become Mo Sha's obsession since then. She couldn't understand how such a powerful person, who should be so high-spirited, could have such a look, so she wanted to ask her face to face.
But she stood too high, and there was a long distance between them. Countless people and things lay across the bridge in front of them.
From then on, the practice room with lights on late at night, the training clothes soaked with sweat, countless days and nights, finally led to the road to their intersection...
"I can finally protect you, but why can't I laugh this time?" - Mo Sha
On the sacrificial altar, she was the messenger of salvation. People worshiped her and looked up to her, but off the altar, she was shunned by people.
Salvation and Disaster What does my existence mean? ——Nangong Zhu
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Purpose: Only by understanding the meaning of guardianship can we have a direction