Little Master

The dry tide is like a blade. Although the spiritual roots of Zheng Wenwu in Qinghe Bay are mixed, they are alone with the ancestral bi. The ancient formula requires blood and temperature to nourish it to reveal the sea of ​​souls; The secret realm is opened and the secrets of heaven are woven, and the spark that is unwilling to be swallowed up by fate is called "the little master." The ninth level of the mortal ladder is not enough, and the fairy clouds are very far away; he does not admire the fame of the nine heavens, but only begs for the birth and death of the tide, leaving an extra inch of spring warmth for the humble.