Wu Hao finally bid farewell to the simple life of cultivating in Mao'er Mountain, and stayed away from the "shackles" of his master and fellow apprentices. Can he, as a naive man, show his talents and achieve hegemony in the imperial capital? Step by step growth brings heartbreaking pain, whether the common people are really that important. Are the inexplicably extra "destined people" really destined? In the imperial capital where murderous intentions are hidden, the princes fight mercilessly. No one's hands are truly clean. If you want to live, you have to let others die.
Once you are touched by the water in the imperial capital, you cannot get out.