She is the soul of an ancient harp, and he is a human mystic master. She really doesn't know what kind of grudges there are. When she was just a piece of wood, the leaves all over her body were burned by that dead phoenix when it was reborn, destroying five hundred years of energy. And yet a human mystical master came and kept saying that he wanted to saw her and use it to make a harp. It was really raining all night, so she had to be there. When she was going through a thunderstorm, she cut her down, and from then on her entire cultivation was bound to the harp. She became the soul of the harp and passed down the generations. She had accompanied kings and oirans. When she was almost hopeless, she suddenly found that she had transformed into a human form. She stood in front of the man in white: "When will I die? I will let you go, and you will let me go."
"Never think about it"
Intention: sadomasochism
