Ling Yunzhi

When the two souls merged, the wind blew up, and the setting sun shriveled up in harmony. The glutinous rice made from broken tiles is useless early, and spring dew is eaten too early. When the time comes, it will be too early to establish Wu's power; when it is over, it will be too late, so you will feel uncomfortable. The time is like the rolling water of the Yangtze River, and its momentum has gradually declined over the past thousand years. I wish I could ask you to be by your side at this time. Why would you sigh if you don't use it? Tang Zhi's mouth is full of tenacity and ambition. In troubled times, I am the only one. This is a tragic story! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.