In a world of cultivation, there was a cold master named Mo Qiuran. One day he picked up a child. He took the child home and named him Gu Nanchen. More than ten years have passed. During these ten years, Mo Qiuran has been taking good care of Gu Nanchen. And Gu Nanchen naturally became his disciple. Gu Nanchen was very talented and could learn everything quickly. But I don't know that from that day on, Gu Nanchen had other thoughts about his master.
Concept: Ink dyes the spring and autumn, and as the candlelight swings, taboos quietly take root