Daoya

Meteors passed by, bidding farewell to an era, fading away the color, leaving behind the fire. Many years later, the long river of history rolled up a similar wave. That year, there was a mountain in Dongzhou, and there was a tomb on the mountain. Beside the tomb was a young man with half a jug of water around his waist and dust in his palm, looking at the lights of thousands of houses under the mountain. Finally, the morning light faded and the night came to an end. The young man smiled drunkenly and said, "Master, it's... Dawn." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.