The flowing clouds are like drunken breeze, and the remaining branches in autumn are thin in color.
A wisp of worry stains the temples with frost, and tears weave nine looms.
Causes in previous lives, consequences in future lives. Sacrifice the lonely soul imprisoned by the Blood Pearl.
Is it you? The one who killed his favorite empress with a sword?
Is it you? That determined woman who committed suicide?
Or is it the little spirit fox who is dedicated to cultivating the human form?
Having penetrated life and death, how will you choose in your last life...