Poyang

At dusk, the sun sets slowly, An old man in ragged clothes was carrying a large box on his back, holding a sword in his left hand and a cane in his right hand. Walking alone on the endless desert. The shadows under the setting sun are extraordinarily long, connecting into the distance. "My brother, our land, I did not betray." He fell slowly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.