The water of the Tianhe River connects to the Wangchuan River, cascading down and surging.
Mei Yinxue, however, has never felt more at ease and light-hearted than this moment, as if the burden has finally been removed, and she does not need to think about it anymore. On the Moon Festival, she should have been joyfully participating in the conferment of immortal officials and receiving the blessings of the immortal world. But now, she was in such a situation. The Forgotten River is just around the corner, exuding bursts of cold air and roaring furiously.
Li Luo once thought that if he traveled all over the world to find her, he would be able to protect her this time. But it wasn't until this day, when the sky was full of white snow and the cold touch on her face came, that Li Luo suddenly woke up. What she said was goodbye.
Intention: Four seas and five continents, peace in the three realms.