The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Netherworld Moon

"Why are you treating me this way? I'm not worth all this..." - Zhang Qiling "It's not that you have no future. I'm still part of yours." - Xuan Yue "As long as I'm alive, I'll do everything I can to protect you." - Zhang Qiling "Whether the other side of the Gate holds the ultimate truth of the world or the depths of hell, I'll go there with you!" - Xuan Yue What is love, in this world? It binds two souls together, in life and death. Lovers fly together, north and south, their old wings weathering the cold through countless seasons. There is joy in being together, and pain in parting. Yet more than anything, there are foolish lovers. You must have words to say, as you gaze across endless layers of clouds and snow-covered mountains at dusk. Alone, where will you go? Along the Fen River road, lonely are the drums and flutes that once sounded there. The plains are still desolate, overgrown with smoke and weeds. What use is it now to summon the soul with songs of Chu? The mountain spirit weeps quietly in wind and rain. Even Heaven is jealous. I cannot believe that orioles and swallows should turn to dust as well. Through the ages, this place is left for poets to come, sing wildly, drink deeply, and visit the place where the geese died. - "Mai Bei Tang" Qiling, tell me, which is more painful: parting in life or parting in death? This is my first tomb-raiding story, and also my biggest source of embarrassment. I'm truly grateful to everyone who read it and was willing to share their thoughts. But since Heiyu has started working, I probably won't revise it. I'll start a new story when I have time, and I still hope you'll share your opinions. As a longtime nobody in this fandom, I'll do my best. Premise: