Drunk on the High Terrace Beneath the Moon

Gu Ling once believed Qin Lang was the one for her. She gave him her whole heart, only to discover she had trusted the wrong person. When Qin Lang held a woman with a face like peach blossoms in his arms, she neither drew her sword to sever their bond nor shed a tear. Her dignity and pride would not allow it.

She took a flask of wine and left without looking back. For whom would this become a lifelong regret, and for whom an opportunity to leap into the flames? A figure in black took flight and followed her, asking for nothing but the chance to stay by her side. From then on, one in red and one in black traveled together through the martial world, across endless yellow sands and past streams and bridges, bound together for one lifetime and every lifetime to come.