[Ancient fantasy + laugh-out-loud comedy + mutual devotion: a bright, theatrical girl × a pale, sickly, devoted puppy] Branded a traitor and hunted across all Jiuzhou, carrying a peerless treasure, and stabbed in the back by the uncle she trusted most. What should A Li do? Run, of course! She runs while gnawing on hard biscuits, cheering herself on as she flees for her life: “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Hmph!” Once the top senior disciple of Qianwen Sect, she’s now a professional fugitive. In five years on the run, she’s mastered every trick in the book for evading pursuit, and even picked up Bu Ting, a gloomy, hot-tempered pretty boy who’ll toss people into the sky at the slightest provocation. She thought that if she just kept clear of her uncle and hid the Xirang, she could hold out until her master emerged from seclusion. But then trouble came looking for her: a loquat tree that cries, a dancing demoness, and the Swordforge Manor, which wants to light a heavenly lantern…
