The Qin built the Great Wall, the Han struck the Xiongnu and stormed Loulan. Their achievements could not make up for their calamities, and ten thousand li were stained with blood. Yellow sands veil the moon in the far west, while the morning star rises and falls above Longyou. I returned to the year 1171 AD, though this was a modified version of 1171.
The world stretches on, the four seas are vast. Where can one call home?
There is the passion of 'I would pursue them with my light cavalry, though snow lies thick on my blade and bow,' alongside firing-squad executions and the inexplicable intrusion of the occult.
Hunting the heaven's chosen across Hulunbuir, a shepherd's flute drifts freely.
Below Lin'an Prefecture, the road twists and narrows, then suddenly the cattle and horses surge along.
Getting sent into the past by a magnetic pulse coil really is rotten luck! Martial arts heroes? As if I'd play your white-lotus hero.
This book will probably be free forever... because updates are slower than a tortoise... But there's no way I'll abandon it~\(≧▽≦)/~
