Dewy sweat clings to his hair; misty eyes evoke the chirping of swallows. Song Yan, a young, soon-to-be son-in-law, is dragged into a cave by a white-clad heroine! He is surprised to discover that her image permeates his life: his wife, with a similar figure; Taoist Master Yushuang, with the same veil. Back then, the Central Plains was a land of four kingdoms, a land of turmoil and unrest. Even in the small prefecture of Songzhou, undercurrents surged. However, none of this concerned Song Yan. He simply wanted to relax and enjoy music in a brothel...

"That night, the princess was stuck against the wall, and I pulled her out. She then offered to nourish me with elixirs..."

"You agree?"

"How could that be! I, Ding Sui'an, a dignified seven-foot man, would never sell myself for a few pills!" Ding Sui'an took out a Gathering Pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth, saying righteously, "Self-reliance and self-improvement are my bottom line as a person!"

"Then where did you get this Gathering Pill?"