Yan Tingfeng's life, though long, spanning over three hundred years and crossing several centuries.
Yet it was also brief, because he slumbered for three hundred years.
His life was marked by ups and downs, his memory impeccable.
Perhaps, he would never forget the time he was about to arrive at Fengyuan, yet failed to meet Princess Yongning playing the pipa atop a tall tower, only seeing her coffin.
Looking around, everything was white.
At that time, his feelings for Princess Yongning were merely like those of heroes admiring each other.
He had respect and admiration for her, all except love.
The Master of Highest Heaven Tower and Princess Yongning were worthy opponents, two parallel lines that would never intersect.
But Yan Tingfeng loved Ye Wanlan.
Until the end, unwavering.
Above the sky, thunder roared and lightning flashed, a myriad of ghosts wailed, akin to purgatory.
The appearance of the white-haired man shocked the three envoys.
