I was just a normal girl growing up and my parents were just ordinary cultivators. They worked hard to bring home food for me and give me a wonderful childhood. Everything was great for a while, but they discovered my talent with a saber.
I've always been drawn to the saber like it was my lifelong partner. Whenever I see one, I can barely resist the urge to walk over and pick it up. It just feels natural for me to hold a saber in my hands. My parents were terrified when they saw me always trying to reach out for one or whenever they caught me holding one. I'd even make stick sabers to carry around and swing around. My parents also noticed my strange affinity for the weapon and weren't sure what to do.
