Canglan Peak.
A woman in white clothes looked at the swaying herb on the cliff edge with surprise. Her exquisitely unique face could not hide her joy, and when she smiled brightly, it seed as if the heavens and earth were moved. Behind her stood a handso man dressed in dark blue, silent, rely watching her actions.
The two of them had traveled tirelessly for days to reach Canglan Mountain. Only after they had fought fiercely to slay the Exotic Beasts guarding the herb, had they touched the Immortal Grass that matured once every seven hundred years. The hardships they endured were self-evident from the fatigue between the woman's brows and the injuries on her body. They undertook this journey to find this legendary herb for the man in dark blue—a crucial friend with whom the woman in white shared life and death. His injuries, he claid, needed this herb the most.
"Immortal Grass! Qian Ji, we've really found the Immortal Grass," the breathtakingly beautiful woman said ecstatically, staring intently at the uniquely shaped herb, "Immortal Grass, Divine Soul undying. With this Immortal Grass, Qian Ji, your injuries can finally be cured..." For her dearest friend's sake, all the hardships along the way were worth it.
However, the woman in white's words were abruptly cut off the next mont.
A sword, silently and suddenly thrust through her back, pierced her chest. Pain overwheld her, making her unstable on her feet. She slowly turned around, staring blankly at the person behind her.
"Why? Why..." She clutched her chest and struggled to utter these words. Disbelief and horror filled her eyes.
But no response ca from that person. Fresh blood coated the Longsword in his hand, dripping steadily onto the ground, flowering into shockingly vivid blooms.
That was her blood.
This person was her most trusted friend, soone she could confidently turn her back to! She was unguarded, yet it was he who had given her a fatal stab from behind! The cold tip of the Longsword passed through her chest; ti almost stopped at that mont. She tearfully looked at the person in front of her, whose handso face bore no expression, his long eyebrows eting his tightly pressed thin lips, his deep-set eyes cold and detached like chilling ponds at that mont.
Her chest was pierced, and her blood sprayed through the air, tragically beautiful. The last thing she saw was that person's indifferent eyes. Then, weakly, she fell gently like a graceful butterfly into a deep abyss. In her final mont, she didn't see the complex emotions in his eyes, those eyes that harbored too many emotions.
She couldn't fathom how the person she trusted the most could betray her at such a ti, striking her fatally, both body and heart!
Is this how it ends? No! She was so unwilling! There was so much she hadn't done yet, so many desires unfulfilled! Her deep-seated grudges were not yet avenged! Was this truly her end? Was everything about to utterly vanish...
Suddenly!
"Han Yan, Han Yan, Han Yan..."
Who was calling her na by her ear?
Who called her with such a worried tone?
Such warmth, such softness...
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