It was difficult for Qi Chumiao to describe what she was going through now. She just took the disciples of the sect to experience in a secret realm and ended up in another world.
Sighing, Qi Chumiao didn't care too much. Life is like a lonely boat drifting in the wind, or like an unopened book with white pages at the back. It's unknown how to write.
Intention: Lord Xiaozhuo