A small, rusted sword, worn by time and kept by Li Zhenzhen for over a decade. Could this be the token the Lun…
A small, rusted sword, worn by time and kept by Li Zhenzhen for over a decade.
Could this be the token the Lunar Goddess seeks?
"You were never meant to suffer in silence. Take this sword and fight for your own life."
Her elder brother's words lingered as he handed her the blade.
She raised it high, her wedding dress stained deep red with blood.
From that day forward, she lived on the deadly edge of the sword.