After the gathering in Huashan, the Three Holy Mothers became the sages in the clouds, and Agarwood became the majestic God of War. Only the mortal Liu Yanchang became the most dazzling outsider in this immortal love. Holding the polished peach wood hairpin, he walked back to the ruined temple on earth from the top of Huashan Mountain filled with golden light. He guarded two peach trees and a bowl of peach blossom porridge, and burned his lifelong thoughts in the ashes under the peach trees.
Purpose: To write about the regrets of immortals and mortals on their different paths from a mortal perspective, and to express the deep affection and helplessness of the human world.