Qingdeng Pavilion

He woke up from a lonely grave without words, his memory was shattered and his spiritual energy was exhausted. An old case that had been dusty for three hundred years gave him the eternal stigma of massacring mountains and colluding with evil spirits. As time goes by, things in the world have changed beyond recognition. The Eight Great Sects tampered with the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and false spirits shrouded the world. He was the only sacrifice in that shocking scam. A woman in purple clothes claimed to be a creditor and looked at him as if she were an old acquaintance; a young man held a broken scroll in his arms and kept silent company, saying that they were the only remaining kin. The three of them walked north through the Dead Land, followed by pursuers and lies. Some people risk their lives to protect the truth, while others spend their years waiting to be reunited. All grievances are cleared and old friends meet again. The white-haired best friend looked at his unchanged appearance and sighed softly: "I have grown old, but you are still so young."