He came from another world and cast a moon in the middle of the river.
The shadow of the moon has lasted for thousands of years.
Some people saw him measuring the world of mortals with his steps, and he grew attached to each step;
Some people saw him watering the stubborn stone with his blood, and every inch of it became a monument.
Until the string of time tightened in his silent confrontation with heaven and earth——
It was night and he drew his sword.
The snow that had hung for thousands of years finally turned into silent thunder.
