The first encounter between Fei Bai and Qianxu turned out to be extremely boring. There is only one head raised and one bowed, without any foreshadowing or embellishment. Just like the bridge with clouds lying on the thin water alley, it is just a pile of stones built together. But sometimes, fate is like this, and it is far less complicated than the philosophers imagined. This is what Fei Bai said to his disciples who left Rudao to wander the world many years later.
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I think it is the most smoothly written novel, and it is also the one with the strongest sense of self-involvement. It is also a rare short story that I have completed... I have always wanted to start a side story, but I have been stagnant, and now I have decided... The side story will be published together with the main story.