The lake sways with the wind, waves arise to embrace the azure sky.
Under the shining moonlight, a figure stands, their fluttering clothes rustling in the breeze, as if concealing endless stories of enmity and love.
At this moment, Zhang Fan seems to see a different Chen Dragon, standing apart from the Thirteen Zodiacs, a Chen Dragon with the surname Zhang...
"I don't know the grudges of the previous generation," Zhang Fan said in a low, somber voice.
No matter what, it was because of this woman before him that ten years ago, beneath Dragon Tiger Mountain, his family was destroyed, forcing him into the Great Night, his Primordial Spirit dormant, not awakened for ten years.
"Don't know? How can you not know?" Chen Dragon sneered.
"As long as you bear the Zhang surname, you should know; forgetting means betrayal."
