Snow Ember Lamp

She is the youngest acting pavilion master of Fengling Pavilion. She manages a tall gray building at the age of twenty. Even the Zhongzhou Immortal League wants to give her three points. She was also the orphan of the Zhaoxue Immortal Sect who should have died in the fire ten years ago. It's just that she doesn't know it. On the night of Suihan's big shoot, Xue Jindeng suddenly recognized her. The mutton-fat jade pendant that never moved around her waist became cold for the first time. Her consciousness was dragged into the sea of fire, and a woman in white, whom she had never seen before, said to her with her last breath: "Zhao Zhao, stay alive." No one had called her that in twenty years. The adoptive father said that the fire that destroyed the family was caused by demons. Ling Zhibai, the young master of Xuanxiao Sword Sect, recognized her at the first sight at the auction house, his eyes were hotter than fire. "Pavilion Master Shen, if someone uses the old affairs of Zhaoxue Immortal Sect to make a deal with you, don't believe it easily." "Including you?" "Including me." She didn't cry or ask her adoptive father. The six artifacts were scattered across the world, and the jade pendant seals were cracked layer by layer. She searched along the old papers, old seals, and old lamps, and found that it was not only the demons who had destroyed her family, but also the righteous celestial beings who were full of common people. She returned holding a snow embers lamp. Not to become an immortal. For Zhaoxue.