Twelve years of secrets are hidden in the plum fragrance at the top of Qingyun Mountain.
Shuang Liyan held the Chi Yin Sword filled with violent aura, and the red mole between her eyebrows sealed her seven emotions, but she didn't know that senior brother Lu Yunyan's wind blade was always deflected by half behind her.
The sect competition is approaching, and the shadow of the Tao of Immortality is approaching quietly, and the iris transformed from the arrow is burying the personal relationship that the two dare not speak of in the fog of Qingyun Mountain.
When the dusty past awakens with the chill of the soul-eating gun, should she hold on to her sword to protect her path, or should she break the seal and admit her love?
Intention: Tao can be sought, but love is also hard to find