In that spring when summer was about to begin, Xue Qian's soul passed through him. What a wonderful time, and he knew a rare secret. If it were him, he would be willing to go through mountains and seas of fire, and he would be obliged to give his life.
The spring breeze and I are both passers-by, and you carry the autumn water to embrace the stars.
(Category:
Race:
Fellow tribe: Orcs, bloodthirsty tribe
Weak races: humans, hunters
Aliens: ghosts, Qiu Ling)
Intention: When will he come back?