The Heavenly Court has thirty-three tiers, each with its own unique scenery. Every tier is breathtakingly beautiful, steeped in celestial aura.
Yet in a remote, little-known corner of the celestial realm lies an endless expanse of frigid ice and snow.
The ethereal notes of a zither drift through this white world, lingering and drawing all who hear them into a spell.
A moment later, the music falls silent. The man in white gently strokes the strings of his zither. His handsome face is as cold as black ice, yet in his deep, captivating eyes, beautiful as stars at midnight, a faint but unforgettable sorrow appears.
