(Sweet story, no angst.) At the place where the ages call out, who is waiting? Amid the surging tides, who is lost? The living are always losing their way. In this game of chess spanning countless years, there has never been a shortage of onlookers.
The author is very lazy: one chapter a year, and each chapter lasts a year. There won’t be frequent heart-wrenching twists, so rest easy, fellow cultivators.
