After the Battle of Dalingchuan, the Li family sat in the Immortal Mansion, and all the tribes in the south of the Yangtze River bowed their heads.
The Ye family's spiritual veins are about to die, and the Zhou family is watching with eager eyes.
A young man who was considered "yin-y" by his tribe squatted by the stream and picked up half a mirror.
From then on, there was an extra moon in his heart.
What others strive for is killing, but what he cultivates is contemplation.
What others fight for is mana, but what he counts is cause and effect.
But this world has no room for someone who just wants to see things clearly.
When his relatives were stained with blood, he could only cut off the escape route with his own hands, and made the word "break" from the word "guan".
All I want is one sentence:
Rain and dew are indisputable, moistening things silently.
