The winds and clouds in the sky shift, following the dragon and tiger.
From a second-class disciple of the Heavenly Fire Sect to the revered Fierce Tiger King of the Northern Court, from a dead soul in the underworld to a living being in the mortal world, so passionate and vigorous.
The world extracts its many colors from the monotonous blood-red as swaying Other Shore Flowers grow into wheat stalks. To this day, I remember the sense of satisfaction from the first mouthful of noodles, with the explosion of oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar on the tongue, and the sizzling small bubbles from hot rapeseed oil.
All past memories, let them pass.
In the crevice of yin-yang contention and grand forces clashing, great powers, martial saints, and great diviners—the once revered figures—all fall like dumplings, leaving no bones behind, while that insignificant second-class disciple repeatedly gambled, seizing opportunities that no one else could achieve, gaining unimaginable rewards!
