After a long, deep kiss, Gu Jianlin found himself in another world. He stood on the soft snow, in a barbaric tribe where the wind and snow howled, towering stone statues stood on the cliffs, wearing deep red tattered robes, as if guarding the ancient palace behind them.
This place finally overlapped with the world he had once profiled.
This is the world where the Candle Dragon Venerable was born.
This woman distorted time and space with supreme authority, ultimately choosing her former homeland as the battlefield, burying all the entanglements and grievances here.
The girl still embraced his neck like a lover in love, no longer the dignified and stern deity. Her makeup was as charming yet pure as begonia, with a touch of red at the corner of her eyes, bright as blood, and a tear mole that was captivating, while ink-like Chang'an scattered in the wind.
