Qingluan Zun ascended to Yu Jing's speech, and the fragrance of iris was as cold as frost. For three hundred years, my heart has been as calm as water.
He took on a disciple. The young man was kneeling in the red mountain, covered in blood, but his eyes were as bright as quenched fire.
Master and apprentice for three years, the fragrance is entangled. He made medicine for him to suppress the omega's energy. He placed the medicine bowl at the door of his disciple's room late at night and did not dare to knock on the door.
The iris trapped the poppy, and also trapped himself.
But the secret cannot be hidden after all. Hundreds of immortal sects jointly forced the palace to hand over the "evil-like omega".
He personally destroyed his disciple's cultivation and expelled him from the school. The young man kowtowed three times and turned around to walk into the long night.
Three years later, there was a ghost-faced flower master in the world. He wears a ferocious ghost mask, and his body exudes the fragrant poppy scent that makes one's heart palpitate.
He stood in front of the gate of Qingluan Peak and smiled:
"Master, long time no see. Back then you kicked me out - now, I want you to personally beg me to come back."
The iris traps the poppy, who is it trapping?
Intention: Love is both restraint and destruction. The deepest hurt often comes from the deepest love.