A hundred years ago, at the border, there was a beautiful sunset, but the palace lost a young prince. Seven years later, outside the Resentment Cliff, in a dimly lit place, the Yunying Sect lost a man with witch blood. And later, the Three Realms lost another passionate young man. He died in the bustle of thousands of lights, but found another him in the dark with a lamp.
Intention: My heart is always towards the blue sky, even though my body is covered with scars, my heart is still the same
