The day the master left, her protective umbrella shattered in the rain.
She left me a golden Gesang flower and an instruction: Find the Silent Umbrella, go into the empty mountain, and get the Desolate Umbrella. Legend has it that it can restore life - including the Master's.
The price is that every time a memorial umbrella is stored, the green bamboo umbrella will crack.
Something happened to the sect, and I was the only one left, guarding this umbrella shop, and guarding these forgotten thoughts.
Lin Yuan from the umbrella shop next door always appears on rainy days. His breath was cold and he said he had been waiting for me for a long time.
And I gradually discovered that those pursuing Kongshan were also Xuanming Palace, which used the power of resentment to refine weapons.
The way Lin Yuan looked at me became more and more like the long-lost name in ancient books—Lin Yuan.
Intention: Love and hate can span thousands of years, and every farewell deserves to be treated well.