Three hundred years ago, he faced each other with swords and shattered her Dantian with one palm.
Three hundred years later, she reincarnated and pierced his chest with a sword.
He is a true cultivator. She is possessed.
The years that once met are as short as the blooming and falling of a flower.
Two hundred years ago, he played the piano slowly and awakened her confusion with one word.
Two hundred years later, she quietly strummed the strings and repaid his kindness with one song.
He is a true cultivator. She is possessed.
Those past events unknown to outsiders, as silent as a stone.
A hundred years later, the wonderful sound continues again. Who is it that played this song of flying immortality?