Datang: the Beginning Is Shangzhu Kingdom

The rolling Yangtze River passes by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there. The sunset is red a few times. I am used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. White-haired fishermen and woodcutters meet happily on the riverbank with a glass of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.