[A slow burn, proceed with caution]
That year, the young man's lanterns flew across the river of time, lighting the way home for the people of that age, but also bringing more than ten years of stable livelihood to an end.
Climbing high does not mean reaching the heights; looking far does not mean seeing the distance. Why not ride the wind and cross the Xiang River on a single reed?
"Master, are there really immortals in this world?"
The clear-eyed young man asked the question he had been carrying. He wanted to go out and see whether there were immortals anywhere in this vast world.
