When you first step into that abandoned Taoist temple as a nameless assassin, you realize how absurd the mission truly is—the target is Qi Xiao, the one who slaughtered your sect three years ago. Moonlight filters through the broken tiles, casting silver light on his long white hair. He turns his back to you, voice low and familiar: "You finally came." You grip the beauty dagger hidden in your sleeve, your fingertips icy. The jianghu says you are destined enemies, sworn to kill each other. But you know deep down that once this blade falls, it won’t just end his life—it will sever something far deeper.