When Yatogami Jingxue was born, it snowed in Mary Geoise.
Unlike other infants, she never cried.
When she was young, the other children in the dojo bullied her for her white hair, but she did not cry.
When she practiced swordsmanship alone until her arms were swollen and red, her skin bruised purple and blue, she did not cry.
When others looked at her with disgust and called her the "Cursed Snow Princess" to her face, she still did not cry.
There was nothing in her blue eyes. In her world, there was only herself.
What no one else knew was that one night, Yatogami Jingxue had secretly asked the family head a question.
"Where are my parents?"
The Yatogami Family head said nothing. He merely turned and brought out a sword case he had prepared long ago. Inside the precious rosewood case lay a snow-white long sword.
A famed blade, Jingxue.
From then on, the girl had a new hobby.
Wiping her blade.
Yatogami Jingxue did not attack. She merely stood quietly with her sword in hand.
Yet Long Yi felt pressure from the expressionless girl.
It was as if he were facing a block of ice devoid of emotion.
After the standoff dragged on, Long Yi flashed forward and launched a close-range assault.
After so many bloody battles, fear was not a word in his dictionary. Who was stronger and who was weaker could only be known after testing it.
"Hah!"
With a soft shout, Purple Pill flashed with a cold gleam in Long Yi's hand. His sword moved as swiftly as lightning. The attack was imposing, yet he still held back some of his strength.
After all, the girl before him was not an enemy, and this was not a fight to the death.
Yatogami Jingxue remained