Everyone knows that the Old Nine Gates has Qi Baye, whose divinations are said to rival the gods.
But no one knows that Qi Baye’s quiet younger brother never reads the signs. He reads the situation.
He weathered the storms of Changsha alongside Qi Tiezui, and endured the snowy deserts alongside Wu Xie.
He always appeared at just the right moment, offering a cup of hot tea and pointing out a way to survive that seemed like mere coincidence.
He was the old friend and elder everyone trusted most.
They all believed history was a mighty river, surging ever onward.
They didn’t know that its course had been laid a hundred years ago.
He began laying pieces from the very origins of the Old Nine Gates. Every one he placed was meant to one day counter the vortex called “the Ultimate,” which had devoured countless lives.
When the final tide receded,
Zhang Qiling turned back and saw him standing where he had been, his figure as faint as a wisp of smoke about to vanish.
“The show is over,” he said with a smile.
“It’s time to bring down the curtain.”
Some characters’ personalities and relationships have been changed early in the story, but these changes shouldn’t affect your enjoyment much.
What the hell are you writing? I can't even tell you who are the heads of the old nine families. What's more, Li is making trouble because the fourth master is the God of Wealth of the nine families, Huo Jinxi is Huo Xiangu's niece, and the sixth master is also a character. The protagonist is clearly the eighth master's younger brother, but he calls the other heads of the family uncles. See for yourself, is this right?