Quanzhen Deer Qingdu

Today, Master Zhao Zhijing told me that tomorrow will be an unusual day. There was a determination in his words, a kind of fanaticism that I had never seen in his eyes before. I knew this was a sign of rebellion, a harbinger that I had to flee. The night wind carried a hint of coolness. I stood under the high wall of the Quanzhen Sect with only one thought in my mind: escape. My steps were light and firm, as if every step was stepping on the keys of fate, playing a silent song of escape. My name is Lu Qingdu, and this is the beginning of my story, a story about betrayal, escape and self-redemption. I don't know where the future will take me, but I know I've taken the first step