An old mansion shrouded in wind and snow, a conspiracy buried in mist. Some chisel monument to inscribe the t…
An old mansion shrouded in wind and snow, a conspiracy buried in mist.
Some chisel monument to inscribe the truth about the death of an old friend, some sacrifice themselves to the scheme, seeking the truth alone in the depths. Enemy assassins, traitorous relatives and friends, imperial suspicion, who finally lit the fire? And who wanted to kill him?
The monk said that troubled times have finally begun, the general trend is fixed, and one should preserve oneself and turn back. Is the person standing before the storm, refusing to retreat, really just a mayfly trying to shake a tree?