Three years ago, he entered the Bronze Gate and has not been heard from since.
In three years, he experienced the baptism of blood and tears alone, and transformed from an ignorant antique shop owner into a unique and independent master Wu Xiaofo.
When everything becomes barren, what else does he long for?
"You want more than this."
"Then tell me, what is it that I want?"
"Zhang Qiling."
Zhang Qiling, Zhang Qiling, he whispered the familiar name in his heart, and the nostalgia that never faded passed between his lips and teeth.
So, he once again set foot on that pure white land to find his only ultimate.