She had her heart ripped out, her cultivation destroyed, and was exiled to the Northern Border. She collapsed in a ruined temple, waiting to die. A blind man took her home. When she wanted to die, he grabbed hold of her sword blade. Blood ran down his hand, but he never let go. Later— "You're an alchemist now?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "A blind person can refine pills?" "None of your business." "I forgot you used to be a formation master." "Are you deliberately bringing up painful memories? Just take your medicine!" Jiang Ci grumbled as she swallowed the bitter pill. "You definitely bribed someone for that Second-Rank Alchemist certificate." Lu Yan's face darkened. The medicine worked perfectly fine, so why did she keep saying that? Forget it. He was the one who picked her up in the first place, so he could only put up with it. "Add some honey next time..." Jiang Ci immediately beamed. "You're the best." Lu Yan rubbed his forehead. "Where exactly did my cold and aloof Sword Fairy go?"
