Folk customs are myths curled up inside themselves, and myths are history shrouded in mist!
Amid the howling of the Black Abyss tides, the indifferent whispers of Heaven echo!
Salvation or destruction, it's just a choice.
One peach branch, two blossoms: one drifts with the wind, the other falls into the dust.
The evil of a troubled age turns into demons, singing in harmony with the world. Those in the mountains take immortals as their name and dance along with the age.
When the peach blossoms blaze in full bloom, a thousand miles of red bridal finery will overwhelm the heavenly tribulation!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
