In his previous life, he was the aloof and arrogant swordsman Nangong Weixi. His sword was as cold as frost, but he could not cut off the destined love calamity. He was the prodigal drinker Bai Le Zhiwan. The wine in the pot was not empty, but he fell drunk in front of that cold figure. In the flames of the war between immortals and demons, one sacrificed his life for the sword, and the other devoted all his cultivation. In the end, one person died in exchange for peace between immortals and demons.
Purpose: This is based on my own family's emotions and their mistreatment of me.