My birth is unknown, my parents are unknown, and for some reason, I am accompanied by only Wuming, who teaches me eighteen kinds of martial arts, but Jingshi Ziji does not recognize him as my master.
I have been trapped since childhood, surrounded by high walls. For some reason, although I have never left this yard, Wuming said that this house is not my home at all.
Wuming is not called Wuming, because he really has no name.
After losing the first important person in her life, Yue became the shadow of this country. From then on, the whole meaning of life was just to protect the world in front of her, to live a numb life and to complete tasks mechanically...
All this changed when I met the little boy named Murong Yao. His life was no longer monotonous and gray. He tried his best to teach him whether his life, his soul, and his pursuit could be fulfilled in him...
The relationship between the two is more than just master and apprentice.
Where will the torrent of fate ultimately take people...
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