Blood River, Forbidden Land.
A cold wind carries Yin Qi, the end of the road to Guihun Pond.
Wan Hun Ancestor, driven by impulse, offered a glimmer of hope.
A glimmer of hope, yet also despair. It was merely exchanging one life for another.
Sometimes, people in love are willing to use their own life to save the other's, but no one ever considers, if only one can live, who survives, who dies, what does it truly mean?
This is a very simple truth, but for those who love each other, a simple truth is often the hardest to understand.
In the cold wind and Yin Qi, amidst sorrow and pain, Mo Yuyao couldn't understand this simple truth.
She only knew, if not for her, Zhou Yan would not have died.
If not for her, Zhou Yan would have achieved fame and success by now, taking it a step further.
Unfortunately, everything was because of her, all due to her stupidity, her clumsiness.
