Under the neon city, mountains of heads piled up on ancient altars sang a soul-stirring song. In the quaint gym, the old man with scarlet eyes murmured to himself: "Tai Shang Tai Xing, constantly adapting to changes..."
When the gears of destiny begin to turn, the rolling torrent of history drives changes in the world, and no one is immune. But Li Quexie just wanted to grab fate by the throat and face it.
A vow and a love bound the young man's life.
