If we didn't meet each other in this life, I would still be a fox girl who doesn't know the world.
You are still the thousand-year-old fox immortal who has devoted himself to cultivation and is about to achieve enlightenment.
He is still the carefree young man on the white horse, holding the carved bow.
Lian'er's blood is spattered, and the ruthless sword holds the rainbow, severing the ties of this life. Under the banana tree, a young man came out of the mortal world, played a melody of the mortal world with his hand on the Yao Qin, lamenting that life is like a dream, and dreams are like life.
With elegant plain clothes and silver hair like snow, he answered Wuyouren's question: "The world is so vast, but there is always a land far away from the world of mortals..."