Spear Saint Zhao Jinhe came down from the mountain with the greatest spear technique under heaven.
She had given herself the title of Spear Saint.
She had also declared her spear technique the greatest under heaven.
As for why she called herself a Spear Saint and not some other kind of saint, it was because she only had time to swipe a spear before leaving the mountain.
With her spear in hand, Zhao Jinhe strode forth, head held high, drawing it to help whenever she saw injustice.
And so she gained plenty of thanks and gifts... as well as enemies.
She refused the gifts, but accepted the enemies.
At worst, she could still run for it on her own two legs.
But how had she managed to stir up trouble badly enough to get a bounty placed on her?
She tucked a blade of grass between her lips and lowered her bamboo hat.
Fine, then. This tempestuous martial world, here I come!
Yan Feiguang left home and met someone he wanted to spend his life with.
She teased him, encouraged him, joked with him, and cherished him. Yan Feiguang was at a loss, able only to carefully treasure everything she gave him.
They fought side by side, took shelter from the rain beneath the same roof, and grew close without a trace of suspicion. Yan Feiguang had already split his heart in two: he kept one half clenched close, and gave the other to her without hesitation. Only when she came near him did he feel he had a whole heart again.
He swore there was no one in this world better than her.
He would stay by her side for a lifetime, two lifetimes, forever and ever.
If anyone tried to stop him, he would kill them. If she was unwilling... unwilling...
Then he would have no choice but to seek death.
1v1, happy ending
Theme: Meeting again and again
