The snow in Qingya Town has buried her humblest flesh and blood - the fourteen-year-old Ashue snatched the frozen wheat cakes from the dog's mouth and endured one cold winter after another in the ruins of the Earth Temple. Until the moon-white Taoist robe shattered the wind and snow, and the temperature of Qingxuan's fingertips became an opportunity for her to live towards death.
The ice and snow on Xiaoyao Peak was even colder, but it couldn't freeze the light in her eyes. From the clumsy orphan girl by the cold pool to the Yu Heng disciple who amazed everyone on the sword trial stage, she clutched the Frost Sword tightly and moved forward step by step amid the tempering of ice and fire. Shen Qingci's warm smile is like the warm sun in the snow; Ling Shuang's cold guidance hides unspoken recognition; the nine-tailed ice fox's fox fur sachet is wrapped in unexpected tenderness.
