There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist. In the battle for power, who is the winner?
"My mother is gone!" "You are not Ayun!" Xie Bilin was shocked...
"Disciples all bow to Master..." With thousands of strands of hair in his hair and a myriad of melancholy, "From now on, we are all nuns next to each other.
"Goodbye and well." The man in the black and red mask with luxurious gold threads seemed to be an old friend.
Intention: All things are interdependent, and there is no absolute good or bad. Life should be calm and calm like water.