New Year's Eve, at dusk.
On a high mountain located more than ten kilometers north of Mist Rain Lake, a woman in an elegant green dress quietly awaited.
She held a Black Ice long sword in her hand, her fingertip stroking the cold, transparent blade inch by inch.
Her eyes were bright and captivating, yet those beautiful eyes carried a hint of hidden resentment.
Cold Moon, oh Cold Moon,
Do you think his heart is made of stone?
A woman like me, why does he remain indifferent?
Your master appears gentle and refined, yet his heart is just like you, cold and icy.
Divine Weapon · Cold Moon Sword: "..."
During this period, the Cold Moon Sword, serving as a messenger, has experienced many emotional upheavals.
Regarding the increasing relinquishment of dignity by He Yingcai, the Island Master.
Regarding Cong Long Guardian's polite yet distant response...
Cold Moon Sword went through it all.
