Clouds Think of Colorful Clothes, Flowers Think of Beauty

"The clouds think of clothes, the flowers think of face, the spring breeze blows the threshold and the dew is strong." "There are thousands of men in this world, but how many are as handsome and unparalleled as Master? Compared with Master, how many in this world can fall in my eyes?" The innocent words of flattery from the young girl in the Northern Wilderness aroused a thousand waves in his heart, making the immortal who was far away from the worldly affairs willingly break away from the loneliness that he had clung to for thousands of years... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.