Many years have passed, and Fulo still remembers the scene when he saw her that day. In the vast smoke clouds, she was dressed in red and stood tall and beautiful on the towering snow-capped mountains. She was isolated and independent, like the only blooming wintersweet in the white snow. Fuluo felt a little embarrassed for a moment. They were both gods, so how could they be so powerful and yet she was so cowardly?
Concept: Some people are born to be chosen, and some people work hard. This is the story of the same group of people in a different world.