Her body was clearly frail, and the fierce fire could easily destroy it.
But it was under such a soft, weak body that an unimaginably indestructible soul was wrapped.
Over the past decade, the Ten Directions Sword had never left the body of this young lady.
It existed everywhere within her, like a devil under the dark night, constantly spying, tempting, and destroying her.
It knew clearly that this delicate young lady was indeed sensitive; she feared pain, hardship, weariness, and walking alone at night.
But who could imagine that such a fragile lady, who seemed more delicate than flowers in a greenhouse, was fighting a silent battle day and night with such an Evil God from the Chaotic Ancient Times?
Each appearance of the sword was silent yet shocking.
Yet the girl, forever lonely and proud, managed to come out unscathed every time.
