Before she became a god, she was just an immortal. She used the name he gave her to describe his elegance and loved to look into his eyes, even though he never looked at her twice.
After becoming a god, she was no longer her. Her almond-shaped eyes looked indifferently at the man who was willing to jump into the pool of purgatory and suffer the pain of reincarnation in order to escape from her, and threw away the paintbrush he used to paint.
Unfortunately, things are different in this world...
Three thousand years later
In front of the Shili Gallery, she held a paintbrush in her hand and caressed the breeze. She had long forgotten the obsession and hatred in the world, and there was no love or hatred.
"I am the Jin Immortal who came from the east this time, Rong Cen. Is your title the High God Bai Yan?"
She paused with her hand, and then turned back for a long time, and then she stroked her pen lightly.