The three realms meet, one crossing suppresses the evil spirits, and one hut hides the pure lotus.
Situ Zhuya, the leader of Huxian Ferry, lived for two thousand and two hundred years. He was unruly and domineering, controlled all the beasts across the river, and gathered thousands of troops. There was no trace of morality in his eyes, but he was obsessed with the cold beauty of Qinglian Mountain.
Nangong Yihan, the master of Sutan House, was the descendant of Qinglian. He was burdened with the blood feud of annihilating his clan. He had a pure sword sense and a formation that could reach the sky. He wanted to guard the remaining scrolls in the lonely house for the rest of his life, but he was entangled by a flamboyant ferry master in black clothes and had nowhere to hide.
Thousands of years ago, when the ice across the river broke, she saved her from being chased by heavenly soldiers. Thousands of years later, when the fog rose in the Forgotten River, the two of them ventured into the underworld side by side to learn about the secrets of the sky, vowing to overturn the dusty old case of genocide.
Crossing the river, the water erodes the soul, and the green lotus petals protect the heart.
One is the overlord of Duchuan, who is as flamboyant as fire, and the other is the formation master who is as cold as lotus. When the unruly meets the aloof, and when the anger entangles the sword, in this turmoil that stirs up the three realms, they are willing to hold hands side by side, through the cold snow, and guard the lotus fragrance together.
Intention: It started because of you