Dedicated to friends who have fantasy dreams and dreams of cultivating immortals in their hearts!
The long sword stretches thousands of miles, and my heart returns like a young man.
The stars have passed and dreams have passed three times. When I wake up, I cook wine and remember the mulberry fields.
The bridge of eternal alliance is broken, but new good things are at the forefront.
With tears in my eyes, I ask the bones of the dead, why do mortals bother to cultivate immortality?
Reader comments
It's so long-winded. It feels like everything has changed after dozens of chapters.
It's so long-winded. It feels like everything has changed after dozens of chapters.