Three years ago, a storm on the outskirts of Xi'an Yecheng destroyed nearly half of the centuries-old trees. Old trees as thick as a person were ready to be chopped down. That night, thunder and lightning struck the earth like water from the Milky Way.
Three years later, the golden crow fell on the tree crown, spread its wings and faced the dazzling golden light of the sun. The feathered serpent was entangled on his shoulder, spitting out a scarlet snake's golden eyes, which reflected the nine-tailed white fox lying in the grass.
The son is silent and his strange power confuses the gods.
I am Bai Haoyan, a professional exorcist, and this is the world in my eyes.