I was once a fellow Taoist of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and I heard the heated debates of a hundred schools of thought. I have seen the fire of Afang Palace and the prosperity of Chang'an City; I have walked through the bloody road of Yangzhou for ten days, and I have also walked through the glitz of Kangxi and Qianlong. The gods and Buddhas have long gone, and the path to ascension is cut off. I am the last immortal in this world. I once tried to push the wheel of history with my own hands, but found that the way of heaven is like a knife, and the creatures are like dogs. I was once moved by the fireworks for a moment, but I could only bid farewell to my beauties and old friends again and again in the endless years. So, I became a bystander, a storyteller, and a silent grain of sand in the long river of time. I hide myself in the world, in the fireworks of the market, under the dust of history
