My name is Qin Changsheng. When I came to this world of immortality, I was a loser with even my spiritual roots growing crooked. On the day when my path became hopeless, I squatted on the mountain behind the sect and cried for half the night. I simply broke the jar and threw it - since I can't become an immortal through cultivation, I should try the pain of love, right? So I left, from a young boy to gray hair, from the fairy city in the southern region to the northern desert ice field. Others have practiced hard for three thousand years to attain enlightenment, but I have been in love for three thousand years and attained it... Everywhere within a hundred miles, there must be a predecessor.
