On the peak of Mount Tai, the young man looked at the bottomless abyss beneath his feet. There was only chaos in his eyes, and his thoughts kept spinning in his mind.
Little Gao, snow maidens…big hammer…
Uncle and Wei Zhuang…Master.
Shaoyu, Little Yu…
And…Yue ’er.
Thinking of her, the young man’s eyes regained a moment of clarity, but what followed was almost endless pain.
After a long time, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, it was as if there was a path in front of him. He walked down the bottomless abyss calmly and indifferently.