The Fourteenth Master once gave me a chance to live;
To me he is like a god in life;
I worshiped him with all my gratitude and piety;
Without hesitation, I became a pawn in his hands.
All this has nothing to do with love.
In the world of mortals, how many people are worthy of my attachment?
After thousands of years have passed, who is the final winner?
The enigmatic Fourteenth Master?
Is this the cunning and cunning Su Ru?
The king with unparalleled benevolence and righteousness comes out of the dust?
Am I the one trapped in this?
Or an outsider looking on with cold eyes?