The Sword-Wielding Goddess

If that game had never happened, she would have remained a celebrated teen idol, and he would have become the next heir of Yanshen. They were separated by two thousand years, and fate should never have brought them together... But that was only if...

Three years ago, she was the Ice Soul Goddess, and he was the future heir of Yanshen Valley. They spent three years together. If not for that one sword strike, they might have had a fairy-tale ending... But that was only if...

Two years later, she was the leader of the Fengyin Sect, while he had become the master of Wuhun, its sworn enemy. When they met again, swords were drawn, and it seemed their fate was to love and destroy each other... But that was only how it seemed...

There are no absolute distinctions between good and evil in this story. What is right or wrong is for readers to feel for themselves. It is beautiful, but heartbreaking too. I lost count of how many times I cried while writing it. Every character’s love is worth shedding tears over. Their devotion is absolute, untainted by any sordid selfish desire. This love is beautiful and noble. Even if it lasts only a moment, it will endure for a thousand years.