With the disappearance of the Silkworm Moth clan, a young man appeared out of nowhere in the Three Regions and Six Realms. He fought more than twenty clans and made a name for himself in a single battle, then went from the highest heavens to the deepest underworld, causing a ruckus for a hundred years. The King of Hell shook his head at the sight of him, and the little ghosts dreaded him. After that, he vanished from the sight of the hundred clans.
Ten thousand years later, a stone and a pearl once again turned the Three Regions and Six Realms upside down, and no one escaped the chessboard of fate.
"A white lotus lying in the flowers, vile at heart and ugly to behold," Sansan said to the person in question.
"Is that how the histories of the hundred clans describe me?" Du Yu asked indulgently.
"I came up with that myself."
"Why?"
"Because he won't let me eat."
"My Empress, you've already had five plates of Umbrellas Falling Between the Clouds. If you eat any more, you'll get a stomachache."
"No! No! I want more!"
"No, no."
