Synopsis

The snow was flying, the cold wind was howling, and the sky and earth were white. Ao Fan stood high above the sky, white clothes hunting, long hair lightly raised, bright and indifferent eyes through the heavy snow blockade, gazing at the direction of the immortal road mountain. Shaohua passed away, the red face withered, desolate a few people's hearts, and hurt whose lungs? A hundred thousand years, and then look back, and how to...