[An ensemble of jianghu and court life + a slow, steady pace]
The Yin dynasty has an old emperor who seeks immortality, single-mindedly chasing the elixir of eternal life.
Mount Qingxu has gained a wild-haired madwoman, devoted to finding one person.
Then there’s a Qianlin Guard with a perpetually icy expression and a ruthless streak, determined to cure his amnesia.
As fate would have it, the Qianji Sect sent over an unreliable elder and a disciple every bit as unreliable as he was.
The disciples are eager to roam the jianghu, while Elder Tang only wants to slack off!
So it rains just as the roof leaks, and the mountain is steep, yet crowded with travelers.
When hope arises, so do desires.
When there is something to desire, hope takes root.
The bright moon over Huainan chills a thousand mountains; in the netherworld, no one cares if you return.
“There is no such thing as fate decreeing that things must be this way. And if there is, then cut it down with a single sword.”
