At the end of the Han Dynasty, when the war broke out, I opened my eyes in confusion and found myself holding Zhang Jue's script and possessing incredible abilities. As someone who is familiar with history, I know how tragic the fate of this Taiping Dao leader will be. It is a wise choice to hide and survive. But seeing the hungry people dying on the roadside and hearing the cries of the refugees, the compassion finally overcame the fear. After several rounds of aid, I was worshiped as a god by the desperate people. Amidst the roar of the "Great Master" like a tsunami, I was shocked to realize that I had long been unable to escape from this chess game in troubled times.
