Qing Nian Xianzun is like a jar of snow,
Aloof, out of reach, never involved in personnel disputes.
But he never thought that he would be pulled off the altar overnight and fell into the dust.
He thought that the snow and ice that night were so cold that it hurt so much when it hit his face.
A hundred years later, life and death are reversed
Who has the overall situation in hand?
Intent: Sadness and awakening for all living beings, immortal evaluation of love