My name is Wen Zhi. I was a beggar before I was seven years old. After that, I was picked up by my master and went up the mountain.
I thought that cultivating immortality meant living in a big house and having enough food to eat, but I didn't expect that Nanling Mountain was full of troubles—the master coveted the master's yard, the senior sister died in mysterious circumstances, and there was a black sword that sucks people's cultivation and stared at me from the dark.
Master said that a name is just a sign.
But my mark is gentle warmth and stopping.
Later I learned that these two words, one is the tenderness he gave me, and the other is the decision he made for me.
Intention: Your destiny may have been determined long ago, but the person you choose to become is always in your own hands.