On a cold dew night, his father falls from a cliff.
A mountain ginseng for a life. Three-year-old Xianqing stands before a new grave, holding the swaddled Xiange in his arms.
“Let Xiange's song never cease” are his father's final words.
He doesn't know that those words will lead him to knock on the gates of the Immortal Sects. With the bitterest fate in the mortal world, he is determined to ask heaven why.
Though his life is as worthless as grass, he is determined to make a flower bloom from the dust.
