On the day of the massacre, Tiwu was ready to die together in repayment for Wei Qingshan's life-saving grace.
However, the slaughter was not completed, leaving only a disciple with red eyes.
No one died. Three months later, she stood in front of the rebuilt Qingshan Sword Pavilion.
"What level is the sword intention?"
"First level."
"How are your sword skills?"
"No."
The gatekeeper was speechless and gave the pass.
"From today on, the leader is our master."
"Don't despise our sword pavilion for being in tatters. One day we can achieve its former glory and lead the sword pavilion back to its peak."
In front of the master's hall, the apprentice who fell in front of her three months ago stood with his hands folded, his expression indifferent.
The face is still handsome, but the lower half of the face is contained within the golden shackles with cloud patterns.
"That was done by Poison Master Wusha. Don't ask questions. The leader doesn't recognize that witch as his master."
Tiwu: When did I have this hobby?
Wait, you don't recognize her?
Then tell me, why does he wear the sword I gave him, keep the veil I gave him, and my... Marriage certificate?
……When did I leave a marriage certificate? !
Intention: Mutual salvation in darkness.