This was the ninth year since Xue Yan's death, and there was a heavy snowfall in Shangqing Sect, which was always warm all year round. Yan Changhuan was guarding the soul summoning array, and Uncle Xiao's words echoed in his ears: "An Ning, I have advised you and him, but now it is still difficult to escape this disaster. I'm sorry, I can't save him." I still remember that when I was a boy, Xue Yan took me to travel around the mountains and rivers. At that time, I didn't understand the grudges and hatred, and my master was not dead yet. Now that Xue Yan is dead and his soul is hard to find, all his old friends are separated. From then on, he is the only one left in the mortal world, wandering around.
Intention: Above the realm of gods, below the rivers and lakes, good and evil stand side by side.