Before I met Qinghuang, I only thought that the phoenix was such a noble creature. It would not drink unless it was morning dew, it would not eat unless it was tender bamboo, and it would not live unless it was a thousand-year-old sycamore tree. But Qinghuang was obviously against the will of heaven. He perched on a peach tree covered with flowers and swallowed me, who had turned into a peach. He was so injured that he only had the strength to eat but not to vomit. So I had no choice but to live together with him for three years. In fact, I somewhat doubted that he had a chance to vomit me out in the past three years, but Qinghuang said that he was really powerful, and it was really difficult to vomit it up. I would wait until he was better nourished before vomiting me up... This is how my fate with him was forged for many lifetimes.