The fairy road is misty, and the clear song steps on the moon for nine days; the clouds and mountains are robbed, and the light of the sky interrogates the heart with a sword.
Well, this is just Yu Qianling's path against heaven.
"What? I set up a trap in my last life, and then I went in without knowing anything. So, may I ask—"
"Can I kill the author?"
An author: "... What's wrong with me? Why do you want me to die?"
"It's my fault, it was you who sought your own death."
"..."