When people look at the Xishan Sect and the Tianmen Sect, all they see is respectability.
The disciples are well-read and courteous, measured in their conduct. Within the sects, elders and juniors treat one another with warmth and consideration. Outside, they are all praised as loyal and righteous families.
Few know that beneath the gleaming facades of these two sects, undercurrents have been swirling for many years.
Respectability is for outsiders. The struggles, schemes, and constant precautions in the shadows have never ceased.
Yun Qinghan is caught in this long-running game, with two paths stretching out before him.
One leads to the benefactor who saved his life when all hope seemed lost. The other leads to the beloved he keeps buried in his heart, afraid to reach for.
As the case files turn page by page and old mysteries are peeled back layer by layer, the threads of love gradually come into focus. But with a choice between life and death before him, there has never been a way to save everyone.
When every clue has fallen into place and the dust seems to have settled, some are promoted, some leave for distant places, and the lively feast of human life finally comes to an end.
Yun Qinghan stands in the morning mist on the twenty-first floor of a high-rise. The city below is hazy, and there are no stars overhead.
His heart is utterly still.
Some feelings have not faded. It's just that no matter how far a person goes, they cannot forget what they had to step on to get here.
Dew glistens beneath the Milky Way, while moonlight chills the air in the rocky valley.
The world longs for the weapons of war to be laid down across the land. People plant paulownia trees early, waiting for a phoenix that may never come.
But no one has said whether those caught in the game can still escape unscathed when the phoenix arrives.
Theme: Dew glistens beneath the Milky Way, while moonlight chills the air in the rocky valley. May the weapons of war be laid down across the land; plant paulownia trees early, and await the phoenix.
Little Nuan, guess who I am