The bronze ring suddenly grew hot, and with a notification from the System, Chen Pi A Si plunged into the rain of 1934. Standing before him was Er Yue Hong, not yet weathered by time: his living, breathing shiniang, the woman he both longed to approach and feared disturbing.
Bound by a System mission to explore tombs, he found himself amid the earthy stench of Biaoziling, where old grudges mingled with the dislocation of time. He was a disciple from the future, carrying an obsession; the other was Hong Er Ye, in the prime of his life, his bearing only beginning to take shape. They could fend off hidden mechanisms and arrows, but the depths of the human heart were hard to fathom. When Chen Pi’s sharp edge met Er Yue Hong’s gentleness, and the known ending began to shift quietly amid their unpredictable encounters, was this old path, tied by a red thread, a chance to make up for past regrets, or the beginning of another entanglement destined to be?
The storms of the Old Nine Gates had yet to settle, and the bond between master and disciple was rekindled through a rift in time. This time, could he hold on to the thread he had once severed with his own hands?
