In the Nether City, in the middle of the night. The gloomy city gate slowly opened. A man in black walked out slowly. In an instant, dark winds began to rise and stormy clouds surged. At this time, a group of people wearing white Taoist robes flew from the sky, chanting incantations. A wave of magic weapon. Suddenly a shining golden cover came down. A young man held a precious mirror in his hand, suddenly. The pupils turned golden, sucking all the people in black into the mirror. One of them saw this. Then he ran away. …
12 Years later…
On that mountain, a handsome young man was practicing magic. Sudden. A bluebird flew by and saw this scene. Then he hid quietly in the dark.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
