The silver needle hangs life, the meridians hide the secrets of heaven; the fragrance of medicine leads to the secluded world, and the grass and trees contain dark yellow.
The compass turns darkly, pointing through the southern mist; the remaining scroll is dimly lit, with the words "Zhu Youzhang" hidden.
In this corner where mundane fireworks intertwined with ancient secrets, the fingertips of a lost young man quietly touched the pulse that had been sleeping for thousands of years. The river of destiny divides here. One person will sink into the mundane world, while the other will go upstream and step into the bizarre apricot forest path forgotten by modern neon lights. His journey began with a scent of medicine in Jiangcheng, but his guidance was on the other side of the humid and warm south...
