Canglan Peak.
Dressed in white, a woman observed the swaying herb on the cliff's edge with astonishment. Her uniquely beautiful countenance couldn't conceal her elation, and her bright smile seemed to stir the very fabric of heaven and earth. Standing behind her was a handsome man in dark blue, who remained silent, simply watching her actions.
Together, they had journeyed for days without rest to arrive at Canglan Mountain. It was only after a fierce battle against the Exotic Beasts guarding the herb that they managed to touch the Immortal Grass, a treasure that matured only once every seven hundred years. The hardships they endured were evident in the weariness upon the woman's brow and the injuries adorning her body. This expedition was undertaken to procure this legendary herb for the man in dark blue—a crucial friend with whom the woman in white shared a bond of life and death. He had claimed his injuries necessitated this herb above all else.
"Immortal Grass! Qian Ji, we have truly discovered the Immortal Grass," the breathtakingly beautiful woman exclaimed with pure joy, her gaze fixed upon the distinctively shaped herb. "Immortal Grass, for an undying Divine Soul. With this Immortal Grass, Qian Ji, your injuries shall finally be healed..." For the sake of her dearest friend, every hardship encountered on the path had been utterly worthwhile.
However, the woman in white's triumphant words were abruptly silenced in the very next moment.
A sword, inserted silently and without warning through her back, impaled her chest. Overwhelmed by agony, she lost her footing. Slowly, she turned, her eyes wide with a blank stare at the individual behind her.
"Why? Why..." She gripped her chest, struggling to form the words. Disbelief and horror were etched across her face.
Yet, no reply came from that person. Fresh blood slicked the Longsword in his hand, dripping relentlessly onto the ground, creating shockingly vivid crimson blooms.
That was her blood.
This person was her most trusted companion, someone she could turn her back to with absolute confidence! She had let her guard down, only for him to deliver a fatal stab from behind! The cold steel of the Longsword passed through her torso; time seemed to cease in that instant. Tears welled in her eyes as she gazed at the man before her, whose handsome features were devoid of emotion, his long eyebrows meeting tightly pressed thin lips, his deep-set eyes as cold and detached as chilling ponds.
Her chest was pierced, and her blood arced through the air, a tragically beautiful spectacle. The final image imprinted on her vision was that person's indifferent gaze. Then, gently, she descended like a graceful butterfly into a profound abyss. In her final moments, she failed to perceive the complex emotions swirling within his eyes, a depth of feeling too profound to articulate.
She could not comprehend how the one she trusted most could betray her at such a critical juncture, delivering a fatal blow to both body and spirit!
Is this to be her end? No! She felt an overwhelming sense of unwillingness! There was so much left undone, so many desires unfulfilled! Her deep-seated grievances remained unavenged! Could this truly be her final chapter? Was everything about to vanish into nothingness...
Suddenly!
"Han Yan, Han Yan, Han Yan..."
Who was calling her name, so close to her ear?
Who spoke with such a worried tone?
Such warmth, such gentleness...