Xuanyuan Qingning

On the night of her fifteenth birthday, my aunt threw a bowl through the woodshed door and said, "Tomorrow Butcher Zhang will come to propose marriage. Whether you marry or not, you must marry!" The totem on his right arm was burning violently. This happens every full moon. It has been fifteen years and no one has told me why. I thought this was it for the rest of my life - woodshed, sticks, leftovers, and cousins ​​who called me a freak. Until the woman in black robe opened the door of the woodshed. "Girl from the Xuanyuan family? What did your parents seal inside you?" She pulled me into the night sky. When the lights under my feet became smaller, I saw an academy suspended in the sky. Five peaks, five colored auras, and a huge tower wrapped in iron chains in the center.