From then on, the sword was tempered with female blood and woven with thousands of bones.
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Yan Juan originally had many female elders, but that was only the beginning.
They died one after another, in troubled times, in prosperous dynasties, in remote villages, and in Tongdu and Dayi.
Yan Juan finally realized that they could not survive in this era.
The year the last person died, Yan Kuan was thirteen years old. She calmly let go of the hands that were holding her tightly and shut herself into a simple thatched house built by the hands of countless women.
On the third day, the person who had entrusted her to call her three days later looked into the dark room and knocked on the door carefully and anxiously.
After a long time, the door opened.
"Thank you." The person at the door said in a low voice, but smiled calmly.
A pair of eyes like embers burning in the night looked towards Qidu.
Purpose: Feminism