Better Dead Than a Fellow Daoist

Mountains fill the eye, while sun and moon race by. The imperial gardens bustle with splendor, and West Lake gleams with riches, all celebrated in song. The tomb of the Qilin holds a troubled legacy; the people of Phoenix Terrace pass through their trials. What does it mean to live? What does it mean to die? A good name on paper is hard to erase, even after ten thousand years. Zhou Hao On Mount Zhongnan, the Qilin appears. The peerless Qilin, Zi Huang Qing Liu, descends from Mount Zhongnan to the court at Chaoge. What changes will he bring to the doomed city of Chaoge, shrouded in demonic miasma? Daji, the fox who keeps revealing her true form; Wen Zhong, the kindhearted and fascinating Grand Preceptor; Yun Zhongzi, an immortal who is both shameless and shabby; and the most inscrutable Yang Jian… Strange characters emerge one after another from every corner of the world, and every parting and death leaves a lasting mark. From doomed Chaoge to the dawn-lit Xiqi, what is the secret he has guarded so fiercely? What promise did he make to someone so many years ago? Through every storm, who has silently protected him, never leaving his side, and who has secretly plotted a world-shaking scheme for reasons they cannot reveal? Though mountains and rivers stretch far away, our thoughts still turn to those we miss. Falling flowers and spring rain only deepen our sorrow. Better to cherish the one before us.