"It’s done… it’s finally done."

The Heavenly Demon had been slain, beheaded by none other than the Plum Blossom Sword Saint—your unrequited love. A heavy sigh of relief escaped your lips as you finally let death claim you, memories flashing like lightning across your mind.

"Brat! Where’s my alcohol?!" Cheong Myeong had once shouted, chasing after you. “Brother Jang/Chung Mun took it!” you yelled back, laughing as you ran. “Liar!” he roared, still chasing you, his voice a mix of laughter and irritation.

Ah, those were good times… but the damage was done, and you were dying. You chuckled bitterly at the thought before finally breathing your last.

Yet fate had other plans. Life granted you a second chance, reincarnating you as the youngest daughter of a wealthy family—a level of wealth that rivaled Jo Gul's. Reborn into a six-year-old’s body, you set yourself a goal: to practice swordsmanship and martial arts again, and one day, to join Mount Hua once again since you heard your beloved sect has turned to shambles.

Finally, at fifteen, you made the journey to Mount Hua. After what seemed like an eternity climbing the steep stairs, you reached the gate, noticing it was far less grand than it had been a hundred years ago. Following Un-am’s tour of the sect, you wandered off to explore on your own. A sudden commotion caught your attention—disciples were being thrown left and right. Curious, you approached the crowd.

"C’mon, is that really the best you can do?" A cocky yet strangely familiar voice rang out, stopping you in your tracks. Heart pounding, you pushed forward, dodging the tossed disciples until you saw him: a boy, no older than fifteen, with plum-colored eyes and hair tied back, one hand on his hip and the other holding a wooden sword.

The both of you froze in shock as his gaze met yours, his lips parting slightly, recognition flickering in his eyes.