Have you ever thought that the griddle of the pancake stall downstairs is branded with five thousand years of human fireworks that haven't cooled down yet?
Have you ever thought that beneath the strata of every ancient capital sleeps the eternal souls of heroes who would rather die than surrender?
Have you ever thought that in an era when everyone is pursuing profit, there are people who are traveling across Kyushu to continue the broken Chinese cultural heritage?
Under the neon light of modern civilization, the anchor points of the Nine Dynasties collapsed one after another;
In the torrent of electronic rules, the eternal loyalty is being eaten away.
Why do those heroic souls who have protected Kyushu for three thousand years gradually become silent?
Why are those integrity engraved in the bones and blood being forgotten?
Will the fire that belongs to Daxia be extinguished at this moment?
In this era of "people",
"Context" must be protected!
Within Kyushu, the lights must stay on!
Reader comments
Hehe, you have to rely on yourself to get the first good review.
Hehe, you have to rely on yourself to get the first good review.