This is a honmaru that was almost forgotten by its owner.
There is no rage, no madness, and no real depravity.
It's just getting quieter.
The swordsmen gradually understood:
The examiner no longer expected them.
But even so, they still try to live.
Because there are always people who believe——
Maybe tomorrow, the owner will think of this place again.
Maybe one day, someone will respond to their voices.
Sanlang Guozong is always singing.
Sing the wind in the spring garden,
The lights that sing summer night festivals,
Sing of peace in the world when the old times have long since ended.
Because he knows.
As long as there is still sound,
People will never be completely alone.
Intention: for storage