The turbid current pours eastwards in a mighty way, and it has no end in the past and present.
The name is Guixu. Is it really the place where all things return to the ruins?
"I want to go home, I don't want to be here." "This is your home from now on, don't worry, you can't get out."
Jian Huanshen didn't want to go back at all. Fate? Laughing to death.
Jing Dutong didn't want to go back at all. He was the king here, and a place where strength was the most important was naturally the best. There was no need to abide by those pretentious rules. It was really wonderful.
Sparks flew between the two from the moment they first met, and neither one wanted to be convinced by the other. Perhaps it was fateful choice that made them enemies, or perhaps their only close friends.
Intention: The turbid current pours eastwards in a mighty way, and there is no end in the present and past.