Whenever he thinks of the bloody battle in Fenghua Valley, Jiao Beihai seems to still be able to smell the smell of blood that lingered in the air for a long time, as well as the two sons God gave him after that war.
After ten years of dreaming, I wake up and realize that everything is in vain. Jiao Tianxuan and Jiao Tianji may have never existed, but the overt and covert struggles in the world have continued.