Black clouds rolled in, and enemy troops rolled in. Thousands of Yin soldiers were rushing towards the city gate like a tide. Just when everyone felt that they could not escape death, with a cry, the golden light turned into a sharp sword and split the black clouds. It was softly scattered like drizzle on every inch of the land, driving away the Yin soldiers and saving the people of the city...
Intention: There will be times of prosperity and decline, but life will never stop, stick to the right path, and have the world in mind.