Atop Snowfall Mountain stands an empty city.
Legend says that an immortal named Feng Qing was imprisoned there.
After transmigrating, Qiu Qi'er spent years relying on his unusual constitution and a stroke of good fortune to join the Xuanyue Sect as a disciple.
It wasn't until he was fourteen that he learned he'd been taken in as a cultivation cauldron.
So Qiu Qi'er ran away.
His pursuers chased him all the way to the foot of Snowfall Mountain. With a bloodied finger, he wrote his final words, everything he had to say in this life: f**k u.
This f**king world.
A gust of wind blew, and the heavy snow suddenly stopped.
He saw an immortal standing there, expressionless and handsome as carved jade.
Killing intent crashed down like an avalanche.
The immortal Feng Qing is graceful and dashing, with a face as cold as frost. Rumor has it that his emotions are inscrutable, and he rarely appears before the world. Then one day, he took in a cultivation cauldron.
People say the immortal's power has surged, so the cauldron must be suffering terribly, forced to replenish him day after day and nearing death.
Qiu Qi'er knows it's all bullshit.
An absurdly powerful, obsessive, poker-faced top x a sharp-tongued, resilient cultivation cauldron bottom
Theme: Friendship between China and other countries forged in a different world
Is this what I can see here? Ah! ,
Jue Juezi, come on!
Oh my god, I saw this article in Jinjiang. Oh my god
Wow (?◇?) It's really a foreign friend. . .
How long will it take for his voice to heal?