The reincarnation of life after life, passing through the world of mortals.
Only when you wake up from the dream and the flowers wither, can you understand the past.
It is better to forget each other in the world...
The little peach blossom demon was wandering alone. Once he became a disciple of Huan Ming, a cultivator, he couldn't help himself from then on.
Could it be that the similar faces in the previous life are just strangers in this life?
Sitting on the world, but never getting a heart.
The figure in the dream, the bloody sky, the entanglement of love and hate...
Where is the return journey.