The once all-powerful Immortal Lord has been dead for a full hundred years. For a hundred years, some people applauded, while others sighed. But there is goodwill left in Xianyun. On the dim road that turns warm and cold at first, choose a sincere heart or the spotless plum blossoms all over the mountain...
Intention: If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan?