Thirty-six years have passed since the dawn of time, and now a dream has come to nothing. This half-life of wandering and half-life of obscurity is, after all, just a wisp of smoke at the top of Tianlan City.
The self-created story of the night watchman and guard Xie Wan of Tianlan City is different from the presets of Finale and Hetu.
I am away due to family matters, so I will keep the manuscript in the manuscript box until the 20th. If I do not come back that day, updates will be suspended from the 20th. Thank you all!