I'm dead
A sword pierced my heart, and I died in the hands of Yan Lin. At that time, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said that we were incompatible with each other in this life, and we would never see each other again.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn, with a violent energy hidden in my childish body. I was only filled with the pleasure of subversion, vowing to turn this world of cultivation upside down and make my former enemies pay the price with their blood. But fate played tricks on me, and by accident, I ended up worshiping Yan Lin and became his disciple.
I am with him day by day, and I see that he is still the cold Lord respected by everyone in the world of cultivation. He is distant and indifferent to me, as if the bloody feud in the past is just a cloud of smoke. Until that day, I accidentally broke into his secret room, and amid the layers of barrier protection, I caught a glimpse of an old thing that should have been annihilated with my bones long ago—the broken sword I used to use when I was young. The knot on the sword's tassel was still tied by my own hands back then.
Why would he keep my old things?
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He once hated me to the core, abandoned me like a worn-out shoe, and threatened to never see me again in this life. Why is he secretly collecting my old things now?
Ji Qianqiu, courtesy name Mengshu ⅹ Yan Lin, courtesy name Ruochen
Ji Shou ⅹ Yan Gong
Intention: None