The fiery red hair is the inheritance of bloodline, which has tied up the joy, sorrow and helplessness of the young emperor's life.
The vast Yufeng Continent will burn under the young and ethereal hooves of the horse.
He was born on a snowy night in Pingyangguan and grew up in the flower fields of Lengri grassland.
When he still had a pair of innocent crimson eyes, when his thin shoulders could not carry any strength;
When his jade flute was still playing the music of his mother's youth...
How could he have thought that the dangerous pass of ten miles of Pingyang would be behind him, separating his favorite hometown.
In the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, the nine-year-old son Huolong looked up at the majestic Pingyang Pass, and his blood was already on fire.