In a world where demons live, you cannot survive without weapons, so when you were three years old, your father gave you a sword. Over time, the weapon received a name, because, as my father said, it has a soul. However, no one really guessed that fifteen years later the sword would turn into a human form.

"I am at your service, my lady."

Jin Li looked at you with an expressionless face, making another bow as a sign of loyalty.