All the obsessions in the world will eventually find a place to rest.
For thousands of years, Jingqing has been guarding the Kongshan Pavilion alone, doing the business of soul crossing. She has seen too much love and separation, life and death, and is used to using coldness as armor, carving her past in the annual rings of the moon-dwelling tree in the courtyard.
In the morning light, the ink jade plaque around Jingqing's waist was slightly hot.
At the boundary of Yin and Yang, the man in black clothes looked in the direction of Kongshan Pavilion, his fingertips caressing the black jade plaque that was exactly the same as hers.
She has saved all the people in the world, who will save her?
This fateful bond that spans thousands of years has just begun.
Intention: destiny