At the foot of the Seven Stars Peak in the Nanling Mountains, Gu Cheng, dressed in white and standing on the edge of the snow, standing on the edge of the cliff, with his icy muscles reflected in the clouds, was always mistaken for an immortal who had come to this world, but he didn't know that his bloodline contained ties that even he didn't understand.
Lu Yan's fingertips were leaping with flames, his eyes flickering in the direction of the East China Sea, and the old shadow of Fusang was hidden behind the uninhibited laughter; Chu Yao teased the green-scaled snake, and as soon as her fingertips touched the snake's scales, a trace of human-like cunning flashed through the eyes of the spiritual pet.
Until the sunset at Qixia Port dyed the river red, and the noble prince came riding the waves, with dragon energy secretly flowing in his sleeves - he looked at Gu Cheng as if he were looking at an old friend who had been lost for many years.
The mist of Xuanyan Continent is flowing through the Guixu whirlpool, and every cloud they pass by with their swords is rewriting the star map of the mountain and sea world.
