He finally understood that Wang Nuoqing was also here. The person who disappeared in the turbulence of time and space came to this era with him and became the mysterious "Ice Coffin Saint" in the rumors. And his exile and the destruction of his family were never accidental. There was a huge conspiracy involving the world behind it, and it was even closely related to Wang Nuoqing's identity.
One is an exiled legitimate son who carries a blood feud and counterattacks with the memories of his previous life; the other is a lover from another world who sleeps in an ice coffin with a mysterious identity; one is struggling to survive in a desperate situation, exploring the truth about the destruction of his family, and the other is sleeping in the ice and snow, waiting for the moment of reunion. Liao Jingran took the animal pattern token and embarked on a journey westward, avoiding the pursuit of the inner guards while looking for traces of Wang Nuoqing. He clenched the knife and the warm jade pendant in his hand, his eyes firm: This time, he wanted to survive, find his lover, find out the mystery, overturn this dark world, avenge his family, and continue the unfinished bond between the two of them.
In the secret room of a deep house in the capital, the person in the shadows learned that Liao Jingran was not dead. Instead of being furious, he showed a strange smile. The layout of Northern Xinjiang is accelerating, and the secret of the Ice Coffin Saint is tightly sealed. A storm sweeping the world is quietly beginning to follow Liao Jingran's westward journey.
