"Zhong Qing, have you decided who to make a contract with?" A light voice echoed in the bamboo forest.
"Not yet." Zhong Qing's long green-gray coat rustled in the wind, and his long hair was flying. "I can't hear the sound of anything. Maybe I'm not a real hermit." He turned his face, and there was still a hint of gentleness on his delicate face.
"Can't you hear me?" The bamboo branches swayed, and the bamboo leaves playfully moved Zhong Qing's long hair.
"But you are a Zhuji who has practiced for hundreds of years. My father said that the only animals and plants that can make a contract with me are naturally growing animals and plants. Demonic spirits that can take the form of humans will affect our minds." Zhong Qing was so teased that he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and pursed his lips again.
"But I still have fifty years before I can turn into a human form. You are not disobeying your father."
"Okay then, I will tattoo your original shape on my body. From then on, you and I will be connected."
Purpose: In a fantasy journey to another world, witness the change of dynasty power, the fateful battle between ancient gods, and supernatural stories.