I walked out of the long river of time, dreaming about the world, taking one hundred thousand years as spring and one hundred thousand years as autumn. Looking back, I saw that my old friends are no longer there. When I become enlightened, how many old friends will I have left? Who will still be with me?
Let him be so brilliant and dazzling, a peerless genius, but he will never become enlightened, and will eventually be wiped out by time and forgotten by the world in the long river of time.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
