In the pine wind on the green cliff, seven young disciples once pledged to sing songs as a pact and bet that they would never leave "year after year". Little did he know that fate was already hidden in his name: the lingering sentiment of "stars hanging over the plains and vast fields" would eventually be no match for the life-and-death decision when the catastrophe comes.
When the demonic energy corroded the bones, in order to protect the people, the young men went all out. All six of them used their immortal essences to sacrifice the formation, and together with the wind, they turned into pine souls on the top of the mountain. Many years later, only Lu Xing was left standing in front of the six lonely graves. He hummed the phrase "we pick stars together to decorate our clothes" again. The wind rolled through the pines and the waves responded like an old friend, but there was no longer someone who smiled and rubbed his hair and said, "I will accompany you to the back mountain later."
Intention: Exchange life for common people, exchange separation for perfection