About This Novel
One stroke paints the prosperity of the world, one sword cuts through the dusk in the sun. My name is Chen, dust among thousands of dusts. I have seen immortals sitting and talking, and walking through endless darkness. Where home is, the fallen leaves will return to their roots! Wait until I blow the flute in my hand and reach the blue planet!
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