Snow City Qilin

The snow in Yongning City has never been truly clean, neon is its new makeup, and desire is its base color. He huddled under the busiest overpass and slept with the dirt for three years, until the jade slip split the solidified time and space and called him back to his place. In an instant, the ancient eyes dormant under the curtain of modernity came one after another - some wanted to seize the luck of the auspicious beast, and some wanted to suppress the "variable". And Qilin wakes up in the snowy capital, with no boundaries under its claws. He wants to rekindle a beacon that breaks through the fog in this steel jungle with exhausted spiritual power. There are no rivers and lakes here, this is the rivers and lakes.