The Ancient Prisoner of Heaven

The maple is dyed with fire, the moon is silent in the pot, and I sing while leaning on the building. The moon is broken, the flowers are lonely, and the jade is like a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotus brews liquid, the blind nose smells, and the smile brings tears of surprise. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.