People Are in the Wilderness, Drifting Away and Losing Contact

In the wild world, the human race is weak. Foreign races from all directions covet the Central Plains. Hey! Golden words? Jiang Xiaosu, who was stroking his chin, walked back at the entrance of the hall. After he pondered for a long time, he said what most men dream about. "I want to be the emperor of this world." As soon as these words were spoken, on the elm tree at the entrance of the temple, a frightened old bird let out several shrill screams and stumbled away into the distance. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.