The years, months and days are slanting, the blue mountains are getting colder, the story is endless, the stars are moving around, waiting for a thousand-year promise, the world of life is in the palm of my hand, and the flowers in the East China Sea are dying. The ancient kings returned, sealed the thousand-year wheel and returned, mastered the rules of heaven and earth, founded mythical organizations, and searched for the secrets of the past in the city.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
