Tracing the Origin·qujiuchuan

The back of a person, the tragedy of a generation, the tragedy of a country, the namelessness of a dynasty... His back can only be characterized by the loneliness of the source of Jiuchuan, the loneliness of absence; her back can only be dyed with the paleness of hibiscus, the paleness of struggle; his back is full of ruthlessness that marks the bloody pain, and the indescribable ruthlessness. Tolerate? Keep to yourself? A ridiculous choice that cannot be supported by fate, the painful memories revealed by Long Jue. There is no wordlessness, no silence, an illusory world hidden in Nanqu Mountain, just waiting to wake up at dawn to see the world. Run? Long winds and waves? A small struggle that could not be recognized by the dynasty marked a burning slave identity. There is no stagnation, no rest, the strong rhythm of a heart beating wildly, just waiting to roar to tell the world when it arrives. Break out? Fighting for power? A cruel decision that cannot be understood by others, the perfect secret of the jade pendant. There is no end, no trust, and the political arena is controlled by one hand, just waiting for the empty seat to stand up and take over the world. Tracing back to the origin of Jiuchuan, Qunan Mountain is the hidden place for hidden scholars: his and her destined love bond, his and his inescapable blood connection...