C4012 The Twelfth Step

After a long time.

Tan Qing wiped away his tears and returned to his usual cold and mysterious state. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the abyss that was covered in ice and snow. Under the abyss, there was an old man that he admired, who had passed away in meditation.

Monk Guizang.

Perhaps no one in this world would remember his name, but Tan Qing swore that one day