Why rejoice in death and why fear it?
On the battlefield of the thousand-year battle between immortals and demons, my father entrusted me, Xuan Youhuan, to the master of Wuyou Mountain and turned me into an immortal. After that battle, despite the bloody battle, the Immortal remained as reserved and elegant as the ancient god. The only thing missing was the baby in his arms.
During the 672 years when immortals and demons lived in peace, on this day, I would serve a cup of Moye Clear Tea to my master to thank him for recreating my parents. It was in the tacit understanding of drinking this tea that I spent my childhood and youth.
However, this year's Chongxiao Glazed Examination disrupted all of this.
During the Liuli Examination, which was originally meant to commemorate the conclusion of a peace agreement between immortals and demons, the senior brother died mysteriously and the monster escaped from the screen; the master retreated abnormally early before Xuan Youhuan's birthday, but then appeared in the sea of anger with abnormal behavior; Youhuan searched for the monster all the way but fell into a mystery, and there was someone protecting him all the way but he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. The lotus flower birthmark in my hand is tumbling, and all I can ask for in the next thousand years is a cup of peaceful tea and rice.