On the day I failed the list, I saw that my name was not on the list.
That's right. Why did the son of a poor scholar win the exam?
But just when I turned to leave, my eyebrows suddenly felt hot.
A mountain shrouded in clouds and a huge stone gate flashed before his eyes.
Later I found out that it was called Wen Xin Yin.
They said I had no spiritual roots and was a waste.
Until I wrote the first word - that word, I lived by myself.
Three years later, I was the youngest Jindan of Qingyun Sect.
Five years later, I stood in front of the door to the spiritual world.
They say that culture has been cut off for three thousand years, and I am the only successor.
They said that people in the spirit world are looking for me.
Come on then.
I will walk this path of literature alone, and I will go to the end.
