The rolling thunder in the sky hides a dispute between right and wrong, and hundreds of years of grudges; the majestic mountains bury several layers of love, hate, and anger and ignorance in past lives. Between reincarnations, are there unchanged eyebrows and eyes, keeping watch as before?
The light suddenly changed, and Jiang Xing stood on the mountain, bored. He looked at the crowd in front of him, finally walked over and asked: "This little brother, what are you doing?"...
The mist floats like a wheel of fate, gently opening at this moment.