Cang Yu woke up on the top of Youhuang Mountain, with only a forbidden magic formation, an old letter, and a subordinate who was both an enemy and a friend.
The scenery of the past, the frost and snow of the past, have all disappeared. It comes and goes without a trace like mountain fog.
His hands are empty, but he still wants to take revenge with his bare hands.
——Chen Huai, in this life, I don't want you to die, but I want your life to be worse than death.
Intention: Love and hate are only separated by a thought.
