"A pot of turbid wine celebrates the journey to immortality, and half a volume of broken books speaks of immortality. I am used to laying spiritual veins between the lines, allowing the golden elixir to flow through the tip of the pen. I have written about the persistence of mortals knocking on the door of immortality, and also about the helplessness of immortals falling into the mortal world. I have been writing for several years and invite all Taoist friends to experience the various tastes on this road to immortality." Counterattack (the rise of useless materials, decisive killings, intertwined love, and the righteousness of the world)
