"My ideal man is a world-renowned hero. One day, he will be clad in golden armor and ride on seven-colored clouds, appearing before me in a grand spectacle!",Within the True Martial Holy Sect, white cranes cried in unison, auspicious clouds descended from the heavens, and spiritual springs surged forth like seas, spraying into the sky.,“Chu Yang, in my past life, I was just a slightly larger stone on your path to the peak.”。