I am a six-handed feathered demon who voluntarily died under the sword of Taoist Xuanming.
What the world didn't know was that the "murderer" he executed with his own hands had actually just killed a real villain for him.
On the snow, when his sword pierced my heart, six hands hugged him tenderly.
"Your golden eyes... Are brighter than when you were little..."
Ten years later, half of a broken feather was tied to the tassel of his sword. When he released the white butterfly, he said softly:
"Jin, this Heavenly Way... Who is it protecting?"
Intention: cannot be empty