There is a barren mountain on the edge of the Hengyue Mountains, and there is an ancestral hall on the mountain with half of its roof collapsed. There is a jade plaque in the ancestral hall, engraved with the word "Shou Shan".
Three generations of the Ji family guard this sign. My grandfather left with another jade plaque "Returning to the Mountain" and was never heard from again. My father guarded it until his death, carving the last half of the word "waiting" under the altar table. By Ji Chuan's generation, there was nothing left except an empty ancestral hall and two jade tablets of unknown origin.
He thought this was his destiny.
Until a rusty iron sword, a young man with a spiritual talent, and a small border town full of "waiting" people dragged his life into another river.
A swordsman without spiritual roots uses blood to drive every sword. The landlady who has been waiting for her son for twelve years has turned her waiting into a red thread. An old monster named Nascent Soul who has lived for five hundred years is hiding from a human catastrophe that is more terrifying than the natural catastrophe.
And Ji Chuan gradually discovered that what was hidden in those two jade tablets was far more than the obsession of three generations of the Ji family.
