Fifteen-year-old Jiang Xingmu wore the appearance of a wealthy young man and came to a small town on the edge of the wilderness with a mysterious mission.
The fourteen-year-old slave Kuhuji followed the tribe's horse team to the vast and barren grassland. The hand of fate secretly revealed to him the miasma of prosperity and the abyss of people's hearts.
The rich and beautiful misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the cold and solemn Yunshan Ancient Sha, and the shining green shadows of Dian Lake in the Western Regions. Time flies, is the burning Qixia burning on the edge of the desert grassland still there?