Miscellaneous spiritual roots are both shackles and guides.
A spiritual jade on the verge of breaking, carrying the unspoken tenderness of her fellow disciples, also ignited her prairie fire of refining all spirits. She walked through the thorny fairy road, and from the exiled dust, flowers bloomed that looked down on all living beings. It turns out that all the decisions to kill were just for the simplest wish: when I reach the top, I can stand side by side with you and watch the tenderness of this world together.
