On a cold night when he was seven years old, Liang Sui'an clutched a bloody plum blossom in a pool of his mother's blood. Since then, all the nobles have lost their reputation, and only a lone wolf is left.
After ten years of dormancy, spiritual roots are undercurrent. He stepped on the bones, vowing to tear open the fog of his life and slay his enemies in this troubled world of cultivation where magic collapsed and demonic shadows were rampant! And the restless force in the body that is neither Tao nor demon always responds to the unknown when dying...
Fate made him crash into Pei Shangchuan's sword domain.
That person is like the frosty moon in the sky, its clear light washing away the demons; but he is like the bottomless cold abyss, its unfathomable depth stirring up the wind and clouds. Is he the light of righteousness? Or a catastrophic anomaly?
Liang Sui'an was even more shocked - the jade pendant on Pei Shangchuan's waist actually had the same pattern as the cold jade buckle left by his deceased mother!
Intent: Warmth and redemption