After grandpa sent a blood letter, he disappeared deep into the Qinling Mountains.
Lin Yan is the last descendant of the line of physiognomists, but he only wants to be an orthodox archaeologist. Until the measuring ruler with his grandfather's name engraved on it rushed out of the torrent, he could no longer hide.
The sound of blacksmithing came from under the dragon's spine in the Qinling Mountains, and the dead man had a peaceful smile on his face. Jiuding controls Jiuyuan, and the orders are stationed in all directions - Grandpa said in the letter that these things must never be born.
But the things in the mountains have woken up.
When Lin Yan walked into the bronze door holding the measuring ruler, he didn't know yet that the end of the road was not a treasure or the truth, but a person. A man who locked himself under the elixir water for two thousand three hundred years.
Grandpa is there too.
The door opened. The wind blows from the west, all the way to the east. Attention is my motivation for writing, and I will try my best to tell every story well!
