He is the snow-capped ice that never melts,
Just met the fire that started a prairie fire.
Mo Ling always likes to ask:
"Who has the young master melted for?"
Nangong Yixuan's sword was the answer.
Until that day,
In the overwhelming evil spirit,
Someone used his back to protect him from the ninth level of thunder calamity.
Hot blood dripped on his lips:
"Now... You're getting warm inside, too."
Intention: Amidst the shackles of identity and destiny, break the situation with your true heart and prove the truth with your true feelings