The Record of Warlords

After a long smoke, the Gesar song sounded in this place. The majestic chanting, pure Tibetan, resounded in the mountains. If someone hears this, even a pure Tibetan would have difficulty remembering the voluminous and complex epic songs. However, the young man with a slight limp in front of him speaks as smoothly as if he is telling a family story, as if the door to history has been opened, and a vast breath of time rushes towards his face. Hero? Hero? When I stand at the top of power and money, I just want to go back to the Qinghai Lake and sing the Gesar song. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.