Prisoner of Chang'an

He took his time and flew away from the peak of Beimang Mountain, riding on the clouds, and landed slowly at the top of Chang'an City. Looking into the distance, twirling his beard thoughtfully. "Well, it's up to you." He jumped off the city wall and gathered his inner strength. Every step he took, his breath weakened a bit, and his appearance also aged rapidly. Wrinkles appeared on his face, and his hair turned gray. By the time he reached the end, he looked as haggard as a withered bone. "Qi'er, you're here." "Master, how did you know I was coming?" "Qi'er, although I can't figure out why you're here, I already knew that no matter whether your life is ups and downs, your final destination will be here." "There is a saying that goes well. If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening. Today, I, Wei Fuqi, have seen through life and death. For the sake of the righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period, I have hidden myself among the withered bones in Mang Mountain." "Excuse me, Master, for writing the pen. If I don't have to live my life, I will inscribe it as a prison sentence in Chang'an." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.